At last, the appointed time for their meal arrived. Lin Qianyan stood at the prow of her ship, her hands resting gently on the railing as she gazed eagerly toward the Spiritual Ship that belonged to her Brother Pei.
Night had already fallen, and the bright white light of the full moon cast a radiant glow upon her face.
A mix of unease and anticipation filled Lin Qianyan's beautiful eyes. Finally, two familiar figures appeared in her line of sight.
It was her Brother Pei and his first disciple, Qing Yueqiu.
Lin Qianyan was about to greet them, but her gaze fell upon something that made her freeze—their hands were tightly clasped together.
Her pupils constricted slightly, her eyes seemingly locked onto their intertwined hands, unable to look away.
Pei Yuhang's palm was broad and strong, while Qing Yueqiu's fingers were slender and long. Their fingers were tightly interlocked, as if they were made for each other.
