Qin Wentian naturally wouldn’t be bothered about the Plum Mountain Sword Sovereigness’ feelings. He continued on with a light smile and that beautiful silhouette also walked towards his way, both of them meeting in the middle of the path. After which, Mo Qingcheng’s hands stretched out, grasping onto Qin Wentian’s. It was clear that were still traces of worry left in her, evident by her squeezing his hands even after she grabbed onto them.
The handsome and free-spirited young man, that young woman of peerless beauty. Both of them stood facing each other with their hands held together as the gentle wind fluttered their robes. It was as though they were truly a perfect match made in heaven, both of them perfect and without flaw, making it so that the others didn’t want to disturb them.