At night, under the hazy moonlight, Qin Ming met Li Qingyue.
Along the banks of Shuyu River, silver willows stood in clusters, their shimmering tendrils swaying in the air, while nearby purple wisteria bloomed profusely, petals layered thick, emitting an auspicious glow. Here, silver radiance intertwined with purple blossoms.
"I will accompany you into the depths of Yewu World," Qin Ming spoke.
Having been watered by Fire Springs, the willow trees by the shore flowed with silver light throughout. Li Qingyue seemed like an immortal exiled to the mortal realm, clad in white, ethereal, with a delicate waist wrapped in silk ribbons fluttering in the wind.
Although her bright eyes sparkled, there was a trace of fatigue on her face, rarely seen in her moments.
In the past, every time they met, she was always full of vigor, exquisitely elegant, smiling like the clouds breaking through mist, seemingly glowing herself.
"What's wrong with you?" Qin Ming asked, looking at her profile.
