Stroking Ah Dai's black short hair, Xuan Yue's heart gradually calmed down. She silently decided never to part from Ah Dai again and murmured, "Ah Dai, it's been three years. We've been separated for three years. Do you still remember Yue Yue? Yue Yue has missed you so much! Ah Dai, have you been doing well these past three years? You must have suffered a lot. Yue Yue has now cultivated formidable Holy Magic. With me by your side from now on, I won't let you get hurt again so easily. Ah Dai, can you understand my feelings for you?" Her infatuated voice echoed continuously in the air, as Xuan Yue gazed affectionately at Ah Dai cradled in her arms.
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Such warmth, such a comfortable feeling! Could it be that I'm dead? Is Hell really this comfortable? Ah Dai gradually woke up, the warmth soothing his frail body.
Suddenly, Ah Dai smelled a faint fragrance, so familiar.