The mist in the dense forest clung to their eyelashes, forming tiny droplets of water. Ye Fan held Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's hand, his fingertips feeling the calluses on her palms formed by years of hard work—marks left behind by a lifetime of raising Gu insects. The rustling sound of the Golden Silkworm Gu traveled through their intertwined wrists, like drumbeats striking the tip of his heart.
"Hóngzhuāng," he lowered his voice, the Jiuxiao Huanpei within his Inner World growing slightly warm, "do you think this mist..."
Before he could finish, Chǔ Hóngzhuāng suddenly tugged at his sleeve. Following the direction of her fingertips, a wisp of faint blue light leaked through the gaps in the canopy ahead, looking as though someone had crushed the stars and scattered them across the forest.
Chapter 89