October 15th, 2017
In a daze, scattered images surfaced in Qian Ye's mind.
The chance encounter with that gentle and delicate girl at the Celestial Fragrance Pavilion, stunning and heart-pounding.
A sunny afternoon, at the Celestial Fragrance Pavilion, a candid confession.
The outskirts of Cyan Cloud City, holding hands for the first time, the first taste of her home-cooked dishes.
Winter night, warming her slightly cool little hands, promising to take her all around Xiangzhou, adventuring and sightseeing.
These images surged in Qian Ye's heart, only to shatter, transforming into ripples that battered his rationality, as if waves pushing his reason into an abyss.
Until a loud, forceful slap struck his face, waking him.
"You useless thing, daydreaming here, hurry to the Drunken Immortal Tower!"
Qian Long wore an expression of anger and disappointment, then grabbed Qian Ye's collar and tossed him out of the underground chamber of Gold Mountain like a sandbag.
