The lingering wind of the Immortal Realm swept across the eaves of the hall, stirring a few falling spiritual flowers. Yan Luoluo stood before the hall in a dress of blazing red that appeared especially dazzling against the reflection of the rosy clouds. She gazed at Ye Wuchen as he approached at speed, the longing in the depths of her eyes surging like a tidal wave while the corners of her lips spontaneously lifted into a gentle smile.
Ye Wuchen's heartbeat all but stopped—he had waited far, far too long for this moment. His Luoluo had finally returned.
He strode forward, his wide sleeves billowing as he reached out to pull her into his embrace—
Chapter 117