Rose rain fell softly upon the wreckage of the bronze altar, and Jiang Ye gently wiped the stardust debris from the corners of Ye Shuli's lips with his thumb.
The heart-method resonance, not yet dissipated, formed a pale golden cocoon around them, sealing out the final shards of grinding gears.
"We should finally be able to eat hot pot in peace this time—" Jiang Ye's words were abruptly cut off by Ye Shuli's palm pressing against his chest.
Chapter 587