Even Ye Jiuyou, who was accustomed to witnessing all sorts of powerful displays, found it a bit cool to see someone striding with a mountain in hand.
After all, it's quite a rare sight.
But she said, "I told you to come at night, so why are you here now?"
Zhao Changhe casually tossed the mountain aside, and it landed steadily at the foot of her mountain without even stirring a flake of snow. The polished, mirror-like surface faced Ye Jiuyou, so that even from the mountain's peak, her reflection was clearly visible, making it seem like he was gifting not a mountain, but a makeup mirror.
In response to Ye Jiuyou's question, Zhao Changhe nonchalantly countered, "Why must I come at night?"
"You've been reunited with your wives after a long separation. Isn't it fitting to spend some time with them?" Ye Jiuyou said expressionlessly, "Indeed, men are fickle; it's not just talk."
