After returning from the cemetery, Lu Yuan and Ye Qingyue exchanged a glance. No words were needed; their minds stirred in unison.
The next second, a pair of crystal-clear Ice Wings unfurled behind each of them.
With a gentle beat, they became two intertwining streaks of icy blue light, broke through the clouds, and raced toward the depths of the sky.
The wind brushed Ye Qingyue's silver hair and curled around Lu Yuan's clothes, accompanying them all the way, with no distance left between them.
High in the sky, the air currents stirred softly.
Ye Qingyue's fingers curled slightly, her long lashes trembling as she looked at the young man beside her. A hint of nervousness crept into her voice. "Lu Yuan, what should I do? I'm a little nervous."
Lu Yuan turned his head. Seeing the faint unease in her eyes, he couldn't help bursting into clear, ringing laughter that carried through the clouds.
He reached out and gently took her cool hand. "It's all right. Xuanran and Celicia are both very nice. I'm sure they'll like you."
Lakeheart Island No. 1, Sub-island No. 21.
The lake was clear as a mirror, encircling the entire island. Lush trees and grass covered the land, a faint floral fragrance hung in the air, and an elegant yet imposing residence stood peacefully there!
This was where Lu Yuan lived.
Inside, the living room was spacious and bright, sunlight pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The carpet was soft, and scented incense smoldered gently.
Two young women had been waiting there for quite some time. They sat up straight, but couldn't quite hide their barely contained anticipation.
One was Jiang Xuanran.
She had long silver-white hair much like Ye Qingyue's, loosely gathered in a half-up style, with a few wisps falling beside