Tang San's illusory figure floated in front of her and raised his hand to rub her head. Although it was an illusory light and shadow, Pretty Girl was surprised to find that she could actually feel his touch.
"Fool, how could I not care about you? Rest assured, I will definitely come during the martial arts competition to find a spouse. No one can take my wife away. However, to avoid suspicion from the emperors, I cannot tell you yet what identity I'll be using. You'll know when the time comes. You just need to believe that I will always be by your side."
"That's more like it." Pretty Girl hummed, but she took a step forward and merged into his embrace.
"I'm at a loss." Tang San said with a bitter smile.
"How are you at a loss?" Pretty Girl asked curiously.
"You can feel touch, but I cannot. I only have the contact of divine consciousness," Tang San said helplessly.
