"Why leave? Anyway, can you really leave?" Su Chen smiled, lifted his hand, and gently stroked Di Qiong's dark hair, tenderly and delicately.
Di Qiong was utterly mesmerized.
With Su Chen caressing her hair like that, she felt as if her whole being was floating.
Such indescribable happiness.
"Don't cry, although you look beautiful when you cry." Su Chen wiped away Di Qiong's tears, shaking his head. "You actually came to Ancestral Dragon Island; if it weren't for a twist of fate, who knows when we'd meet again, my little mount."
The three words "little mount" were filled with affection.
"Master." Di Qiong's voice was lowered, somewhat shy, a bit sweet, and somewhat reminiscent.
"Haha... so sweet! Truly enviable!" But soon, a playful laugh interrupted the sweetness between Su Chen and Di Qiong, and of course, it was Long Xi who spoke.
All of a sudden.
Di Qiong was abruptly pulled out from the intoxicating atmosphere; she didn't say a word, just clung tightly to Su Chen.
