270 Holy Son and Holy Daughter

In a place on a mountain top, a male clad in purple sat on a chair and looked lazily at the ring on his finger.

A Fire Qilin sat sat on the imperial consort chair, looked at him and said, "You're not thinking about that person again, are you?"

"That's right, why can't I?" Wu Lingyu turned the ring on his finger. This interspatial ring was quite similar to Sima You Yue's illusion ring. It looked like it was a pair with the one he had given her back then.

"I can't understand it." Fire Qilin raised his head, "Holy Daughter has specifically come back for your sake, but you keep disappearing. It's been so many years, yet the number of times you've met her can be counted on one hand. However, I can't even count how many times you've looked at that ring on your finger."

"You can't understand it?" Wu Lingyu smiled, saying, "Actually, neither can I. Sigh, she's clearly just a brat! Why do I keep thinking of her?"