Xin Huohuo froze, unsure whether to go in or not.
She felt like an intruder, as if she had disturbed something.
However, the silence finally drew Bei Mingyuan's gaze. It fell upon her, light and cautious, as if he were afraid of startling her.
But in the end, it was the green butterfly that was startled. It was already struggling to fly, and the shock made it falter. It fell like a spring leaf—or more accurately, drifted down. During its descent, it suddenly transformed, expanding in mid-air to human size.
Instinctively, Bei Mingyuan reached out, and Ye Ling landed safely in his arms.
The sight was a painful sting to her eyes and heart.
A tall man with the air of a business elite, cradling a breathtakingly beautiful girl in ancient garb. Shades of deep and light, cool-toned gray mingled with a tender, vibrant green, full of life. A slender, porcelain-white wrist clung tightly to his broad, solid shoulders...
