Pei Yuhang stood at the prow of the Spiritual Ship, his hand gripping the Compass so tightly his knuckles turned white.
His gaze seemed to be fixed on the Compass, but his peripheral vision couldn't help but stray to the Spiritual Ship that was faintly visible through the thin clouds to one side.
That was Lin Qianyan's ship.
Her Spiritual Ship rested quietly, hidden among the clouds, much like her own seemingly otherworldly disposition.
Pei Yuhang's throat tightened as a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.
'Just a moment ago, only a thin cloud separated me from Lin Qianyan.'
'Lin Qianyan was on one side of that cloud, while I was on the other, kissing Yueqiu.'
Even now, the warmth and scent of Yueqiu lingered on his lips.
At this thought, Pei Yuhang inexplicably found himself unable to look at Lin Qianyan's Spiritual Ship. He felt as if he had wronged her.
But—
"We're already a thing of the past... So why do I still feel like I've wronged her?"
