Yang Jing could also clearly feel the romantic atmosphere. His heart suddenly sped up, THUMP-THUMPING against his chest, and even his breathing grew ragged.
In his heart, he had long been fond of this gentle and considerate senior sister before him, and he could clearly sense her feelings for him as well.
From her care for him back in Yuhe County to her support during his cultivation, and then their mutual reliance after he joined the Xuanzhen Sect—he remembered every single moment.
But a thin paper window had always stood between them. If it wasn't pierced, then no matter how close they were, they would forever remain just senior sister and junior brother, unable to take that final, crucial step.
At this moment, Yang Jing actually felt a little nervous.
'Is it time to pierce that paper window and take that step?'
Even though he had lived two lives, faced with this innocent yet ardent affection, his heart couldn't help but pound, leaving him flustered and at a loss.
