Mo Li's cherry lips parted slightly as she simply watched Su Bei.
After a long, long time, when the autumn wind swept maple leaves into her silver-white hair, a graceful arc appeared on her cheeks. The last of the setting sun descended, and the pure moonlight filled the sky, illuminating her face.
That was a smile from the bottom of her heart; she had never smiled so sweetly before.
Her palm touched Su Bei's face again. She looked at her Master, who gazed tenderly back at her—this man she had thought of killing numerous times.
Perhaps even she had never imagined that one day, she could face him so calmly.
And for the first time, his acknowledgment, his recognition of her, truly belonged to her.
"Tee hee hee..."
"How does Master plan to seriously get to know his disciple then?"
With a nation-toppling smile, Mo Li sized up Su Bei. Her fair, delicate fingers rhythmically tapped his cheeks, her beautiful eyes dancing and shining brightly.
