Raising his hand to caress her face, he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, "Trust me, it's going to be okay. You have to know, I never do things I'm not confident about."
His light tone was filled with a commanding aura, allowing no resistance, allowing no doubt.
"Okay." Mu Qianyue nodded, squeezing his hand tighter. She didn't know why, but there was a constant bad premonition in her heart, as if something was about to happen.
No matter what, no matter what danger comes, she will advance and retreat together with him!
"My dear, there's one last step." A smile crept to Nalan Jing's lips as he looked up at the Dream Hall, now so close, his purple eyes gleaming with brilliance.
"Yes, the last step." The closer she got to Dream Hall, the more lonely and desolate aura seemed to emanate from it, feeling somewhat strange yet familiar.
A very peculiar feeling.
