“That’s right…” Feng Guang snapped out of her daze, her words abruptly cut off, but seeing the man’s serious expression, yet with a hidden smile, her face suddenly flushed red. “W-what did you say? Don’t joke about me!”

Although she's not exactly known for her strong personality, she becomes incredibly shy when someone compliments her so directly.

At this moment, she thought of Yu Kun, who would always have a shameless smile no matter whether others praised him, scolded him, or disliked him, as if he could never have any other expression besides a smile.

Thinking of Yu Kun, Feng Guang shook her head again. She used to despise that man, finding him annoying and shameless. How come she keeps thinking about him now?

What is Feng Guang thinking?

Suddenly, she heard a man's voice beside her ear. Feng Guang looked up and saw a man in white with white hair standing in front of her. He was slightly bent over and his head was lowered. He was just a little bit away from touching her lips.

A strand of the man's long white hair fell in front of him. A gentle breeze swept across her face, and she seemed to smell a medicinal fragrance.

He was still looking at her, his eyes fixed on her, his gaze filled with a smile, and you could even see her face reflected in the depths of his clear eyes.

The air suddenly became still, as if even the sound of the wind could not be heard.

Fengguang's face slowly turned red. She clearly felt her face burning. Even more tragically, her heartbeat seemed to be irregular.

When she heard the wind rustling through the bamboo forest again, Feng Guang finally took three steps back and hid behind a bamboo stalk, only peeking out to look at him.

It was as if he were some kind of monstrous flood.

He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and pressed it to his lips. In the end, a hint of a smile couldn't be revealed. In this lush bamboo forest, he, dressed in white, looked even more handsome, and the gentleness in his eyes was like an unyielding spring.

Feng Guang was momentarily stunned. After a few seconds, she shook her head to regain her composure and asked tremblingly, "Who exactly are you?"

"I forgot to introduce myself." He lowered his hand from his lips, a gentle smile on his face, like a spring breeze melting away the snow, leaving only this moment of tranquility. "I am the master of Sunset Peak, Wuya."

“Wuya…” Feng Guang paused, then widened her eyes in disbelief. Wuya, whom she had been searching for for so long, had actually appeared in front of her!?

Wuya raised an eyebrow slightly. His refined demeanor revealed an unexpected charm in this small gesture. "Didn't Fengguang say that you wouldn't have come to this godforsaken place, Wuwangtian, if it weren't for pursuing me? Now that I've appeared before you, why isn't Fengguang as excited as I imagined, rushing over to hug me uncontrollably?"

At the end, he seemed to sigh with deep regret.

Feng Guang blushed furiously, "I would never do such a thing! You're overthinking it!"

Actually, before she met Wuya... she had thought about it that way.

Wuya looked melancholy again, "Now that I see the scenery receding from me like a flood or a ferocious beast, I can't help but feel... heartbroken and unable to control myself."

What's so hard to control!

Before Feng Guang could even utter a question, her body was suddenly thrown into the air uncontrollably. By the time she came to her senses, she had already landed in the man's arms.