Cang Mountain loomed like a screen, and Erhai Lake mirrored the heavens.
Inside the Luoxian Pavilion, Jiang Ruyi stood next to a column, gazing at the beautiful tapestry beneath the blue sky and white clouds.
Lu Ran sat on a bench nearby, heedless of the scenic view.
He simply tilted his head and quietly admired the enchanting silhouette of his fiancée.
Fiancée.
Lu Ran liked this title.
He had already discussed the matter of the wedding with the Jiang Family and had received their approval and blessings. It was fitting to change his address accordingly.
However, as he watched, a thread of frustration rose in his heart.
In three months, the Divine Ruins would open.
He had also tried to ask Lord Immortal Goat when he could return, but the deity had brusquely dismissed him.
As for the date of return,
It seems infinitely distant.
What he said to her would make her sad.
Lu Ran silently turned his head and looked westward.
