Secluded Valley, on the hillside.
To the right, Huaa Ruoran's head rested on Mon Tianran's shoulder, and neither of them spoke.
Silently, they watched that beautiful sunset.
In this world that revered Martial Arts, such peaceful moments were exceedingly rare.
To the left, Dao Xiaoyao and Qin Chen sat together. Seeing Huaa Ruoran and Mon Tianran next to them, Dao Xiaoyao sneaked another glance at Qin Chen, who was closing his eyes in meditation, and her eyes flickered.
Then, Dao Xiaoyao slowly started to move toward Qin Chen's position.
Until she moved next to Qin Chen.
Seeing Qin Chen still in a state of meditation, Dao Xiaoyao, for some reason, felt a little thrill of happiness.
She wanted to rest her head on Qin Chen's shoulder, mimicking Huaa Ruoran.
At that moment, Dao Xiaoyao's cheek also revealed a faint beautiful smile.
But just as her head was about to rest on Qin Chen's shoulder,
the seemingly oblivious Qin Chen suddenly blurted out, "Are you sick?"
