The two moved with one leading and the other following, slowly progressing along the dimly lit path of the night. The night breeze gently brushed by, bringing a chill that quietly dispersed some of their weariness. The moonlight fell softly upon them, as if casting a dreamlike glow upon this wondrous encounter.
Along the way, Yang Xue'Er occasionally sneaked glances at Shi Feiyang, wanting to speak but hesitating, with a hint of bashfulness appearing on her face.
Shi Feiyang noticed her gaze and would occasionally turn to meet her eyes.
Every time their eyes met, Yang Xue'Er would nervously lower her head, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush.
