Bai Zhi'er couldn't help but take a step back. She said, "It's almost New Year, I will definitely be busy and won't be able to see you for a while. I wish you a happy New Year in advance!"
Xie Yu smiled a bit coolly, "So, are immortals all busy during New Year?"
Bai Zhi'er followed his words and half-jokingly said, "Of course, on that day, we receive many wishes."
"When the time comes, if you have any wishes, remember to silently recite them in your heart, maybe I will hear them."
"Alright, goodbye!"
To make Xie Yu believe she was truly an immortal, Bai Zhi'er transformed into thousands of glowing pink and white butterflies in front of him, disappearing into the courtyard in an instant.
In the air, only a faint fragrance remained.
Xie Yu was left standing there stunned.
He stood under the corridor for a long time before he spoke in the direction of Bai Zhi'er's departure—
"Even gods deserve joy."
Not long after Bai Zhi'er returned, she received news from the Heavenly Court.
