Refining the Ancestral Symbol Holy Waters, Seven Holy Waters Unite into the Origin Spring

The kiss lasted a long time.

That heedless kiss also dispelled the lingering resentment in Zi Yan's heart. By the time their lips parted, the little emotion she had left had already vanished.

She nestled against Lu Yunxiao's chest, affection glimmering in her noble violet-gold eyes.

After not seeing him for over half a year, her longing and resentment had been almost evenly matched.

Now that the resentment had faded, only longing remained.

Lu Yunxiao held Zi Yan's face and kissed her cheeks and brow. Looking at that exquisite, flawless face, his gaze grew increasingly gentle and serene.

"Wifey, are you still angry?"

Lu Yunxiao asked softly.

Zi Yan rolled her eyes at Lu Yunxiao and could not be bothered to respond to him.

She merely greedily enjoyed the warm embrace she had been deprived of for more than half a year.

She breathed in that intoxicating scent that still put her at ease.

Seeing that Zi Yan said nothing, Lu Yunxiao did not get annoyed. He simply smiled gently.

He stroked Zi Yan's long hair and lightly held that slender, captivating body.

Beneath the World Tree, the two quietly embraced, carrying a wonderful sense of peaceful days passing by.

No one knew how much time had passed before Zi Yan finally opened her half-lidded eyes and shoved Lu Yunxiao away.

Yet Lu Yunxiao promptly leaned back in and pulled Zi Yan into his arms again.

He held Zi Yan tightly, utterly unwilling to let go.

Zi Yan gave Lu Yunxiao a strange look. She did not struggle, though her feelings were somewhat peculiar.

In the past, she had been the one desperately trying to cling to Lu Yunxiao.

Even if she had to give it her all, she would have been delighted so long as she could spend even