On a moonlit night, up in the tree, Li Bai's feet were getting a bit numb. After all, maintaining this skyward-looking posture for so long would make even the greatest master feel awkward and strained.
The key issue was that no one had even noticed him after all this time.
The man holding a sword atop the tree switched hands holding the sword, glanced at the slightly reluctant couple not far away who were whispering sweet nothings to each other.
The man's expression was somewhat melancholy and wistful.
If you two lovebirds keep being affectionate like this, the sun will come up eventually... Isn't it better for everyone to go back and snuggle up to sleep and leave tomorrow?
The pace at which they're dawdling could almost rival Qian'er when she's shopping.
However, despite the complaints in his heart, Li Bai found it inconvenient to say anything.
