Duan Yanran was deeply in love, and whenever Ling Tianyu was not by her side, she would be distracted. In this life, she seemed destined to belong to Ling Tianyu.
If she knew that she occupied a place in Ling Tianyu's heart, would she cry tears of joy?
She loved Ling Tianyu very much and had been holding on just to wait for an acknowledgment, to be recognized as his woman, the future lady of the Ling Family.
Duan Yanran knew that even if she wanted him close, it would be of no use if he was meant to be away.
In the end, she leaned back in the carriage and fell asleep. Lüzhou only took one glance. As long as Duan Yanran was safe, that was all that mattered.
Inside the last villa of the Hong Mountain Manor, Ling Tianyu sat cross-legged on the floor. He had been cultivating for a day, still absorbing the first Spirit Stone at a very slow pace.