Lingfei's eyes sparkled as she gazed into Zhao Rong's eyes, lost for words.
He looked at her tenderly, his deep-rooted eyes filled with nothing but her at this moment, no one else.
The furthest distance in the world isn't from the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Map in the north, descending to the Southern Tranquility State; it's not death and life; it's not me standing in front of you, yet you don't know I love you.
It's the gulf that is built by an indifferent heart towards someone who loves you.
And now.
That chasm had been crossed.
Inside Lingfei's Lotus Pond Heart Lake, lotuses were blooming, apricot flowers were singing, and wooden horses were frolicking.
The living water in his heart seemed to pour over across the space, nourishing her desiccated Heart Lake, slowly cleansing the sediment…
Lingfei, who had originally let her hands dangle by her side, slowly raised them, to embrace him, tightly.
She couldn't help herself.
