At this moment, Song Yun and Qingluan were holding hands as they strolled along the shopping street.
The street was bustling with people.
"Today is Saturday!"
Song Yun glanced at his phone and said, "No wonder there are so many people."
"It's okay, the more the merrier." Qingluan laughed and said, "I haven't walked around like this on the street for a long time."
"Then let's walk a bit longer tonight," Song Yun said, "Let's aim to walk until our feet are sore."
"Let's do it!"
Song Yun and Qingluan seemed just like any ordinary couple. The fairy aura that usually elevated Qingluan above others was somehow entirely absent in the throng of people, replaced by an irresistible sense of closeness.
People around who occasionally saw Qingluan, whether young or old, male or female, all felt a sense of seeing an old friend from her.
On such a night, there was no Holy Daughter.
