Yun Shangyuan stood on the city wall with his hands behind his back, facing the rising sun, his black robe fluttering in the wind like a deity descending from the heavens.
Feng Yueya gazed at him foolishly, feeling that he had never appeared as noble and inviolable as he did at that moment.
In fact, he had always been the most dazzling; it was just that he had restrained his aura in front of her, so she had never noticed.
She couldn't help but reach out and take his hand, and Yun Shangyuan turned his head, giving her a gentle smile.
The two of them stared at each other, as if that moment would last forever.
"Are you tired? How about we go back and rest?" he asked, holding her hand in his, his voice soft.
"Yes." She nodded, leaning into his embrace.
Because she realized she felt a little weak in the knees.
After all, it was the first time she had witnessed such a bloody scene.
