He stowed away Fang Tiancheng's storage bag, then returned to the top of the cliff and looked at Fairy Huan in the distance.
At some unknown time, Fairy Huan had already stood up, her legs tightly together, her skirt billowing, looking at Song Yan with a face ashen like death.
Clearly, it was Song Yan's appearance, but in her eyes, this young man was the one who had shared many stories with her.
But now, this person has changed.
She closed her eyes and said, "Tiancheng, I've made up my mind."
Song Yan asked, "What is your decision?"
Fairy Huan drew with two fingers, and in an instant, a white light flashed out, then quickly flew towards her neck, while tears had already slid down her cheeks.
Song Yan stepped forward, pinched that white light with his fingers, and then embraced Fairy Huan in his arms.
The two spun in mid-air several times, then slowly landed.
Tear stains were still evident on Fairy Huan's pretty face, though she now appeared somewhat stunned.
"You..."
