Although his holy sword hasn't been drawn, his power is constantly accumulating. He's deeply afraid that something could go wrong, causing Hui Qilei to embark on a sea journey, and he would be left in tears with no one to turn to. But at this moment, his gaze fixated on the sky wasn't unique; there was another person doing the same, and that person was Qingrou.
At this moment, Qingrou was utterly humble, yet there was absolutely nothing she could do. The only thing she could do was quietly watch him. Many times, Qingrou questioned herself why she fell in love with such a saint. She thought long and hard but couldn't find an answer. Ultimately, she gave up thinking and told herself that perhaps this was fate.
Indeed, maybe it's because of destiny. Because of destiny, she held onto the man before her with such madness; it was destiny that let her pursue him without resentment or regret. Fate—a vague yet formidable presence that inspires awe.
