Peak of the third tribulation

A cold wind was blowing on the mountain peak.

Two figures sat on the cliff.

The person on the left was a handsome young man dressed in a simple black shirt. Beside him was a young woman dressed in a white dress that was slightly tight and showed off her graceful figure.

Her long black hair was like silk, and it fluttered in the cold wind.

Her face was delicate, fair, and breathtakingly beautiful.

She sat there, exuding a cold and refined aura, like a fairy who had descended from the heavens.

The two of them snuggled up to each other as they sat and watched the birds fly in the sky and the clouds move.

Tang Hao was lost in his thoughts. He felt as if he had returned to the old days when they sat on the roof of a skyscraper late at night, looking up at the starry sky.

"It's been so many years!"

Tang Hao sighed.

Looking back on the past, he always had a feeling as if it was a lifetime ago.