Zhou Xueyan was like a happy butterfly, ceaselessly walking around. She had Xiao Han lower her down, then she touched the clouds and felt the moisture within.
The stars in the night sky were even more beautiful, resembling the Heavenly Palace of myths, dreamlike and illusory.
Xiao Han followed behind Zhou Xueyan, watching her move as if dancing, elf-like in her joy. A smile graced his face, a sensation of happiness. Perhaps, this was what happiness was all about.
By the time Zhou Xueyan reached home, it was already three in the morning.
Xiao Han didn't disturb her parents; instead, he helped Zhou Xueyan enter through the window.
Zhou Xueyan kissed Xiao Han on his face, then lay down on her bed and deeply fell asleep.
Xiao Han returned to Dragon Palace. Entering his room, he sensed that some were sleeping, others were cultivating. His eyes shifted as he began to reflect—had he been overly cautious these days?
