Listening to Su Muyao's cheerful voice, Di Fu Yuan's eyebrows and eyes carried a pampering expression, taking her flying everywhere.
After a long while, Su Muyao noticed something was off about Di Fu Yuan's breath, her face changed, and she cautiously asked, "Brother, are you feeling unwell?"
"We should stop and rest."
Only then did Di Fu Yuan bring Su Muyao down from the sky.
They landed under a peach blossom tree.
It seemed as if wind blew by, peach blossoms fell on them, creating an extraordinarily beautiful scene.
Di Fu Yuan had already transformed into his true form, leaning against the peach blossom tree, his face somewhat pale.
Seeing him like this, Su Muyao was deeply concerned, "Brother, what's wrong? You look very pale, are you tired or is your body uncomfortable somewhere?"
Di Fu Yuan, seeing her anxiety, lovingly caressed her hair.
The moment he could touch her hair, Di Fu Yuan's peach blossom eyes instantly turned red, a hint of shimmering mist appeared.
