If the little boat girl were a Fairy descending from Heaven, wandering briefly in the mortal realm, indulging in fleeting pleasures, then—fearing others would find out—she hastily picked up her clothes, transformed into mist and smoke, and gracefully vanished back into the world.
Inside the room, Qin Yu sat alone. All was silent around him, leaving only lingering fragrance whispering of past joyous gatherings, which stirred countless thoughts within him, making him savor the memories endlessly.
Fairy Xiyue was still as reluctant as ever.
In truth, she hadn't realized that her supposed dominance was... actually the greater contrast.
Add to that the struggle, pain, and repression on her face.
This was also what caused the waves to become even more turbulent.
The stormy waves.
Don't they just get bumpier that way?!
"Looks like, I'll need to find a way to raise Fairy Xiyue's Romantic Point."
Qin Yu calculated secretly in his heart.
