Su Bei held Nan Ji's hand, wearing a black gauze robe underneath and a white outer garment.
A wisp of night breeze blew by, gentle and elusive, softly stirring his long robes, and their hair intertwined in the moonlight.
The burly leader with a handlebar mustache narrowed his eyes. Seeing the fearless pair, his heart instantly plummeted to the bottom of the valley.
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