He cast a deep look at the Canary in a black dress.
She seemed a bit different from how she used to be, colder and more bewitching.
The eyes of the Canary were fixed on the figure in the crimson robe.
Seeing his eyes, she understood his intention.
She smiled, exuding a myriad of charm: "Blood pearl, no matter when, I'm willing to accompany you, willing to... wait for you."
Just like back when they were at Jiupan Mountain.
As she spoke, the black veil on her face floated down, revealing her white yet flawed left cheek to Qi Yuan's sight.
Qi Yuan, staring at the "demon" mark on her face and Ningtuo's exquisite beauty, recalled the words he once said, "Canary has always been the most beautiful woman among the eighteen mountains."
She has always been beautiful.
At this moment, unable to restrain herself just as she couldn't at the ends of the earth, the Canary launched herself into Qi Yuan's arms, with her petite figure hanging onto him.