As they continued their leisurely stroll along the mountain's edge, the sky transformed into a vivid tapestry of resplendent hues.
The fading light embraced the world in a breathtaking symphony of pinks and oranges, mirroring the delicate balance between hope and uncertainty that enveloped them.
Nature itself seemed to lend its vibrant palette to their intertwined destinies.
Yet, even as Long Meihui walked side by side with her companions, a profound revulsion stirred within her whenever she glanced at Shen Huang.
She believed that even if she were to marry him, she would never allow him to touch her body, for he would foolishly follow her lead.
For once, she couldn't help but admire the Long Family patriarch for finding such an imbecile.
A surge of indignation and anger consumed her as she compared Shen Huang to Xia Tian.
Her narrowed eyes and flushed cheeks revealed a fire burning deep within her.