The dark sky blocked most of Wen Li's vision, her eyes deep and mysterious beneath her loose hair, fixed on the young man beneath the umbrella ahead.
It's raining, yet there's also a bright moon visible in the sky.
The two walked one behind the other along the quiet path of Celestial Bright Peak, the entire mountain unusually silent, with no one else in sight.
This scene was somewhat strange, much like Wen Li and Xu Chang'an, both having cultivation, yet each holding their own umbrella in the rain.
In the distance, the scenery was beautiful, trees planted by the water, draping delicate flower branches gracefully, with shy pale yellow petals blooming all over, swaying gently as the breeze brushed the water's surface.
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Home.
To Wen Li, this was a term that felt distant. When she heard the word from Xu Chang'an's mouth, she thought for a moment before understanding the difference between "home" and "residence."
