The trip to the Ryan Clan in the Yulan Empire had been nothing short of perfect.
Everything had been handled beautifully, and news of the marriage alliance had already spread throughout the Yulan Empire's noble circles.
When Deya Ryan saw his daughter off, his eyes were still a little red, but he forced himself to maintain his dignity as clan leader. He merely patted Linley on the shoulder and said, "Treat her well." Delia's mother held her daughter's hand and fussed over her with instructions for half an hour. In the end, Dixie was the one who persuaded their mother to let go.
Now, Linley and Delia were flying side by side on their way back to Xunzhen City. The Yulan Empire's border had gradually dwindled behind them to a hazy line, while an immense expanse of sky and clouds lay ahead.
The wind high above the ground swept over their robes, making them flap.
Just after they crossed the Yulan Empire's border, a black shadow sprang impatiently from Linley's shoulder, traced a graceful arc through the air, and landed precisely in Delia's arms.
"Bebe!"
Delia's eyes lit up, and she instinctively caught the furry little fellow with both hands. After several years apart, Bebe was a little bigger than he had been back then, but his small, gleaming black eyes were just as she remembered, full of cleverness and mischief.
"Bebe, it's been so long." Delia fondly stroked Bebe's sleek black fur. It felt as smooth as satin beneath her hand, with a faint, barely perceptible warmth. Bebe narrowed his little eyes, nuzzled his head into her arms, and gave a comfortable rumble in his throat.
"Come on, let's go home." Linley looked ahead, then turned to Bebe. "Bebe, you're in charge of carrying Delia."
"Sure, Boss."
Bebe answered