Pei Weiyi nodded, "Alright, but I need to know your information."
"What a snob." Wu Qianqiu rolled her eyes, "Twenty-four years ago, someone saw a young man dressed as a Daoist outside a small world remnant of a Tribulation Immortal in the Sea of Eternal Life on Changsheng Continent, telling fortunes. He had four fingers on his left hand and six on his right."
Pei Weiyi's eyes suddenly sharpened, and her tone became slightly urgent, "And then?"
Wu Qianqiu was good at teasing, and with a smile, she raised her wine glass, "Keep me company for a drink, and we'll chat about girly topics."
Staring at her, Pei Weiyi found herself with no choice but to clink glasses.
...
The night sky was vast and boundless, peach blossoms fluttering, beauty in full bloom.
An An curled up, lying on Taoxian's lap. Taoxian's right hand gently caressed her long hair, strands slipping through her fingers.
"An An, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
