Women’s Sixth Sense

At elevations nearly 2 kilometers above sea level, high in the clouds.

The clouds were like waves of the sea, the wind was gentle, and the sun was on the horizon, dying the clouds golden.

At such a high altitude, there was actually a group of people sitting and standing on the sea of clouds as if those clouds were solid and tangible.

Earlier, before Si Tian and Zhang Yujin could even blink their eyes, they had already stood in the sea of clouds.

Yang Song made a gesture, creating chairs and a table out of clouds for them to sit on.

Xiang Fanrui sat down beside Yang Song, with Xiao Bai hugged by her.

"This should be our first time meeting each other in real life, right?" Yang Song said, while taking tea out of his storage and putting it on the table.

Si Tian heaved a sigh and nodded modestly, "Yes, I didn't think you would come to Earth at all."