Whether Li Luo was nervous was something he would never admit to. The words he had thought of were forcefully swallowed down with gritted teeth.

Time flew by, and the appointed moment arrived. Ling Zhaoying had dropped by to pick Jiang Qing'e up, while Li Luo stood all alone, his heart trembling uncontrollably.

The sun was setting and the receding light hung in the sky like a dimming flame.

House Luolan's convoy stopped, and everyone looked towards their right. There was a slender and graceful figure standing there. As the evening wind waltzed past, her long hair trailed with the breeze and her short, azure cloak rippled lightly behind her.

When Li Taixuan and Tan Tailan left, this elegant figure had taken up the burden of...