Chen Sui looked at Xie Wanyu. The girl who had always been as cold as ice finally showed the feeling that only her age should have.

This made Shen Sui smile, but she said: "Ah, even you, Senior Sister, can leave, so I'd better reluctantly wait for poor Shen Xinglan."

There was no surprise on Xie Wanyu's face. She even patted Shen Sui's shoulder, then hummed something and walked down the stairs briskly.

Until Shen Sui watched her leave his sight.

"Qingshuang, can Qingya remember the general direction of Yanshen Sect and the nearby mountains?" Chen Sui remembered his sense of direction which was sometimes accurate and sometimes not, and then asked Qingshuang in his mind.

Qing Shuang exclaimed, "Sure."

So the blue crow that had been on guard flapped its wings and began to fly over the mountains of Yanshen Sect, as if it was patrolling its own territory.

Chen Sui was sitting on the steps, drowsy.

She didn't know how much time had passed, so long that when she woke up subconsciously, she found herself lying on the boy's not-so-broad back.

The boy was carrying her down the stairs step by step.

The night in Yanshenzong is very quiet, but you can still hear the faint chirping of insects, and the bright moon immersed in the mist seems to be far away in the sky, and yet seems to be right in front of you.

Chen Sui didn't know what words to use to describe her mood at this moment. This mood was much more relaxed than when she was alone before, and much more natural than when she was with other people before.

She could hear the strong heartbeat of the boy carrying her on his back, and she could also hear the gentle and steady breathing of the boy carrying her on his back.

At this moment, Shen Sui suddenly understood something, and she also knew at this moment that she would be willing to die for this in the future.

But, what is there to be afraid of?

Shen Sui silently hugged Shen Xinglan's neck, then put his face against Shen Xinglan's neck and rubbed it gently.