The dark sky, the night colored by the spread of firelight.
A man dressed in white appeared before the crowd, riding a steed.
His features were picturesque, his attire whiter than snow, his eyes like the morning stars.
As if he was the dawn itself!
"Sorry, I am late." Gu Xingchuan's voice, elegant and magnetic.
Ye Qichi had been in this book for so long.
For the first time.
She felt somewhat moved.
Moved by Gu Xingchuan who hurried over despite the travel weariness.
Her eyes suddenly reddened.
In the moment she had given up.
Gu Xingchuan brought her hope.
Gu Xingchuan saw the red in Ye Qichi's eyes, and in that moment, he smiled at her faintly, his smile clearly contained a trace of indulgence, still carrying that aura of an exiled immortal, graceful and elegant.
He said, "I am here."
The latter part, the words "Don't cry,"
In the end, he did not say in front of everyone.
He dismounted with a nimble leap off the horse.
