"Wanwan, we should head back."
Yan Lie's voice was so pristine it seemed to wash away the turmoil in Bai Wanwan's heart.
He opened his arms and gathered her into his embrace, shielding her from the night's chill.
Only then did Bai Wanwan realize that the temperature on the plains had dropped sharply. The cold wind swirled, rustling the blades of grass and stinging her cheeks.
"Yes, let's go back and wait for news," she replied softly.
Yan Lie's form flickered, and in an instant, he transformed into his beast form.
Under the moonlight, the Snow Leopard's white fur shone with a cold light, the fluid lines of his muscles outlining a powerful silhouette.
To make it easier for Bai Wanwan to ride, he lowered his body, nearly pressing himself flat against the ground.
Bai Wanwan steadied herself on his furry head and, with a light leap, landed securely on his back.
"Are you settled?"
Yan Lie looked back, his amber beast eyes gazing at her.
