Early morning, near Museum No. 76, lakeside villa.
This small lake had been converted from a nuclear bomb crater. Dense green plants had been planted along its banks, with several manor-style detached villas scattered among them.
Wang Jixuan had arrived at this villa yesterday. More than ten hours had now passed.
He lay on his side on the bed, his left hand supporting his temple while his right hand slowly moved across the perfect, mature body before him. Strands of spiritual energy seeped into her body, nourishing every cell within her.
After being apart for so long, there was no awkwardness between them. The moment they met, they were like two burning flames, unleashing a fierce storm of passion.
The instant Daoist Wang saw Ling Tong again, he suddenly understood what a Love Tribulation was.
It was a transformation from desire into love.
Over the past dozen hours, he had kept thinking that if he could be buried alongside her, that would be another life without regrets.
But now that the passion had faded, his obsession had once again gained the upper hand.
Ling Tong had already fallen deeply asleep.
Wang Jixuan looked at the scattered military uniform beside the bed and the following-type Floating Sphere facing the corner in punishment, lost in thought.
For the next three months, as long as no large-scale battle erupted at the front lines, Ling Tong would remain by his side.
Ling Tong had also promised that she would transfer her military duties to her successor as soon as possible, withdraw from the front lines, and spend their days together properly.
During the days Wang Jixuan had been gone, she had been desperately holding on.
Holding on to her commitment to contribute to humanity;
Holding on through cosmetic treatments and meditation, continuously absorbing spiritual