The wrist lightly lifted, the sleeve robes flew, and the jade lute, inkstone, and glazed tripod seemed to have grown wings, automatically flying back to the empty space at the center of the banquet.
White slender fingers grasped the corner of the white silk cloth, toes lightly tapping the surface of the lake, akin to Chang'e leaping to the moon, flying over everyone's heads towards Nalan Jing, finally landing in front of him, a beautiful smile blooming on her unparalleled face like the flowering crabapple in the dark night.
In the night wind, the girl slightly raised her chin, her beautiful little face pale, and her words were exceedingly spirited, "Jing, can I be worthy of you?"
The man's jade-like face was filled with excitement and happiness, he reached out to hold her hand, his gaze tender and resolute as he looked at her, "In this world, the only one who can be worthy of me, is you, Yue'er!"
Mu Qianyue raised her eyes and smiled, her smile like blossoming flowers.
