Twenty real years passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Shen Xu opened his eyes, glanced across him, and smiled.
'I haven't seen Ayuan in six hundred years.' He thought, and his eyes subconsciously softened.
Unable to control himself, he continued staring and only regained his senses when the man's lips curled slightly upwards.
"Have you stared enough?" A voice sounded in the room, and the double subconsciously shook his head.
"Not enough. I will never have enough." He said, throwing himself across the room.
"Careful." Zhen Yuan exclaimed and hurriedly caught the person.
Although they had been in seclusion for only six hundred years, he had missed Shen Xu and holding him felt like finally coming home.
"You have become more beautiful." He said.
"Really?" Shen Xu asked in a teasing voice.
After all, he had done nothing but refine his soul over the past six hundred years.
How could he suddenly become more beautiful?
