The heavens were unkind to the grasslands in July.
After finally getting Jiang An'an to drag True Person Ye off to see the legendary spectacle of the Divine Sea, Jiang Wang carefully arranged to invite Ye Qingyu for a stroll by Moon-Surging Spring—he had originally wanted to go to the Mirror of Heaven, but when he remembered all those people beneath the lake, perhaps watching you through hundreds of thousands of acres of water... he felt rather uneasy.
Regrettably, the sky was not clear, nor were the clouds translucent. The vast vault of heaven for ten thousand miles was a hazy expanse, like a divine being had drawn a curtain over it, concealing who knew what.
The spring bubbled merrily, its waters naturally bright as moonlight, like one full moon after another. The two walked side by side along its bank. Flowing water did not rot, and its clear surface reflected their figures—both beautifully poised, one carefree and exceptional, the other ethereal beyond the dust of the world.
Only, the carefree one was not quite so carefree at the moment. His posture was slightly stiff, his gaze somewhat evasive.
And the one who had always seemed beyond worldly dust was bashful as though she had fallen into the mortal realm, her jade-like ears faintly red, fine beads of sweat gathering on her brow.
True Person Jiang's fingers trembled faintly. Several times, he wanted to move them; several times, he held himself back.
This timing to make a move... was far too hard to grasp!
After going back and forth like this several times, even speaking became difficult. His words drifted amid clouds and mist, making no sense at all.
When a faint breeze lifted her hair, Ye Qingyu suddenly turned her head. "What are you looking at?"
Like a thief