What exactly was love?
Wang Jixuan could not help but ponder that question.
Was it the sense of peace when two people were together, or the faint ripple in one's heart when their gazes happened to meet? Was it their mutual infatuation with that feeling, or perhaps merely desire stirred by hormones?
Without a doubt, he liked this feeling.
The first time they had embraced for a long while in the slowly rising Ferris wheel;
Riding the carousel one behind the other, engaging in a meaningless chase where neither could ever catch the other;
And that grassy slope they had discovered by chance, where Ling Tong had reclined with her head against his thigh while his left hand naturally rested over her shoulder. They had watched the white clouds at the horizon, like clumps of cotton, without needing to think of anything or worry about anything. Suddenly, he felt that what he had always pursued was nothing more than this.
Wang Jixuan carefully savored this marvelous state of mind.
Ling Tong's graceful figure and lovely face lingered in his mind.
There were amorous thoughts, but they were proper desires;
There was longing too, for the female cultivator in the mountains who kept appearing in his memories, and for the increasingly lovable, captivating woman before him.
On the transport plane returning to Fortress No. 76 the following night, he felt something stir within him and gained an insight. He sat meditating in his seat for a long while.
Even after the transport plane landed smoothly at the Surface Camp of Fortress No. 76, Wang Jixuan remained in that state, a faint smile on his lips.
Peony did not dare step forward and disturb him. She signaled for the crew to quietly leave the transport plane.
With a single glance, she could