Fairy Immortal indeed tended to be quite reserved.
The moment Wu Wang saw Ling Xiaolan, countless images of their time spent together flowed from the bottom of his heart, transforming into a babbling stream that nourished his Daoist heart, making him unable to resist calling out softly.
Clearly, when Ling Xiaolan turned her head, her Daoist heart was on the verge of collapse, her eyes suddenly becoming moist.
But as she stood up, she forcefully suppressed her excitement. She only used her eyes, which seemed condensed from autumn waters, to gaze at Wu Wang, nodding slightly to him with a gentle smile blossoming at the corners of her mouth.
"You..."
"How..."
Both wanted to speak at the same time, yet both cut their voices short, gazing at each other as if to etch this moment deep into their hearts.
She blinked lightly, her soft eyelashes brushing faintly, and then she returned her beautiful almond-shaped eyes to the world.
