"Marriage?"
Upon hearing these two words, Tang Xiaorou fell into a lengthy silence. She raised her head and stared at Jian Yinhe, who had a smile on his face, for quite some time, then sighed helplessly and lowered her head once more.
"What's wrong?"
Jian Yinhe was suddenly taken aback, the smile on his face froze, and it even turned a bit awkward.
Afterward, both he and Tang Xiaorou stood dumbfounded, not uttering a single word.
The mountain top offered a picturesque view, with a gentle breeze blowing across Jian Yinhe's hair. He stood like a swordsman, his bright eyes shimmering with captivating, agile light.
Jian Yinhe was handsome enough, and he was constantly cultivating his sword technique. His realm cultivation was unfathomably profound, almost reaching the level of a peak expert.
With his current cultivation, he could live for thousands of years without withering.
Yet, even so, at this moment, Jian Yinhe's expression still appeared somewhat forlorn.
