Qin Shen's heart suffered a violent collision, his eyes unwilling to leave Mù Qiānxún, as if they could grow onto her.
Over the years, he had fantasized countless times about what the floral demon would look like.
There was always one factor that remained constant.
Understanding and empathetic.
Someone who, year after year, comforted him and encouraged him—it must be a kind-hearted young woman.
Moreover, her voice was so unique, yet she refused to debut using her voice, which proved she was someone with independent thought, who did not blindly chase after profit and fame.
She possessed a noble and admirable quality.
Now, she was so beautiful, constantly cherished by Ou Zun without fail.
No matter what kind of situation she faced, she could always handle it with ease, her mind agile and sharp, yet so dynamic.
She was a radiant presence, making people involuntarily want to draw closer to her.
These past days, Qin Shen had been trapped in a dead end of his own thoughts.
