Outside the window, the rain fell steadily.0

Large raindrops struck the surface of the lake, creating a symphony of pitter-patter. The autumn wind brought a slight dampness, and drops of water splashed onto the windowsill. There was a misty and refreshing atmosphere in the room.0

A few stray strands of loose hair fluttered in the wind, brushing against Vermillion Bird’s face. She reached up to smooth them, causing Zhao Changhe’s heart to skip a beat once again.0

Even her simplest actions exuded a captivating charm.0

Vermillion Bird was a figure of such great abilities that the sound of his accelerated heartbeat was as clear to her ears as a drum being beaten right in front of her. Unable to contain herself any longer, she chuckled softly. “You little rascal.”0

Her laughter broke the silence, and it was as if a still image suddenly came to life. The rain continued to fall, the wind howled, and the little man with a racing heart finally averted his gaze, muttering, “Why am I a rascal? We’ve been traveling together all this time, and I haven’t even touched your hand…”0

“Really? You haven’t?”0

It was then that Zhao Changhe...0