Jiang Ruyi finally advanced successfully, and it happened on the fifth night of the first lunar month.
That night, the evening breeze was gentle, and the stars were twinkling.
"Whoosh!!"
A sudden gust of wind erupted inside Luoxian Pavilion, breaking the original tranquility.
Lu Ran sat on the bench inside the pavilion, shielding his face with one hand, looking through his fingers at the fairy in the center of the pavilion.
Her robes fluttered, and her long hair waved through the air.
And there was that noble, cold aura that made others feel inferior.
A line of poetry flashed through his mind:
Drifting like a separate existence, ascended to immortality.
Lu Ran sat quietly, waiting for his girlfriend to adjust her state.
Of course, if she wanted to stand in the pavilion for another night, Lu Ran would accompany her.
Admitting fault requires an attitude of admitting fault.
If Lu Ran could stand upright in Beifeng City, how much more in front of his fiancée?
