If he had met a Nalan Yanran like this back then, Lu Yunxiao would never have hesitated so much.
The current Nalan Yanran was no longer beneath Xiao Yi Xian in the slightest.
Whether in beauty or temperament.
To call her capable of overthrowing nations and cities would not be an exaggeration for Nalan Yanran now.
Her pretty face was like jade, flawless and smooth; her slender figure was exquisitely graceful.
Nalan Yanran had become more mature, and even more beautiful.
She had shed her former youthful innocence and successfully transformed into a pink apple.
Sweet and delectable, with a captivating fragrance.
Yet her feelings for Lu Yunxiao remained unchanged. She was still the Nalan Yanran who could throw herself into the flames like a moth for love.
"Senior Disciple Sister?"
Lu Yunxiao gazed into Nalan Yanran's eyes and called softly.
That call seemed like the last straw, causing Nalan Yanran's already surging emotions to break free from all restraint and erupt like a volcano.
"Junior Disciple Brother!"
Nalan Yanran cried out delicately, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. Like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest, she rushed into Lu Yunxiao's embrace on a fragrant breeze.
Lu Yunxiao's body trembled as he hurriedly caught her delicate body.
"Junior Disciple Brother!"
Nalan Yanran rubbed against Lu Yunxiao's chest, her delicate body shuddering as pearly tears unconsciously slid down her cheeks.
They disrupted her heroic bearing and dampened Lu Yunxiao's chest.
"Senior Disciple Sister!"
Lu Yunxiao felt a pang in his heart, and boundless tenderness rose within him.
He reached out and stroked Nalan Yanran's soft hair before gently lifting her palm-sized little face.
Nalan Yanran looked at Lu Yunxiao through misty eyes. Her rain-dappled blossom appearance made her seem fragile and utterly heart-wrenching.
"Why cry on a day