That year.
Beneath the Tianshan, a land covered with apricot blossoms far and wide.
Qin Feng was being pursued and fell in Xinghua Gou Village, by the side of a clear river, losing consciousness.
In a daze.
He only felt a pair of jade hands gently pressing on his head, very comfortable.
Just like now.
There was also a refreshing and intoxicating fragrance.
"Xing'er, I, I can't marry you…" At this moment, Qin Feng mumbled in a haze, as if in a dream.
The hands that were massaging his temples suddenly stopped.
Qin Feng was also suddenly alert.
Opening his eyes to look.
This was not the grassy field that stretched all around, not the apricot blossoms fluttering in the sky, nor was there that clear, sweet river nearby, but rather in a hotel room.
"Is it you?"
Qin Feng sat up and realized that the person who had been gently soothing his head was not the Holy Daughter, but Mu Jiangyue.
