Clouds churned at the edge of the cliff, drifting on the wind to swirl around the two people there. A fine mountain mist flowed past, giving Fang Qingyuan a faintly damp and cold sensation.
Huo Yao'Er, who stood before him, was a great beauty to begin with. In this environment, she possessed an even more special kind of allure. She now gazed at Fang Qingyuan with a calm yet self-assured expression, as if his agreement was only natural, awaiting his reply.
Huo Yao'Er had just laid out numerous reasons, one after another, thoroughly analyzing the benefits of marrying Fang Qingyuan. Her tone was so calm, it was as if she were discussing someone completely unrelated to her, rather than herself.
