After leaving the Blood Clan's forbidden land.
Shen Yuan gazed at the ruins buried by the yellow sands in the distance, complex and obscure emotions flashing through his eyes. Slender and jade-like, his palm conjured strands of crimson flames. The fire soared into the sky, transforming into phantom images of fire foxes, spiraling endlessly as loyal guardians, silently watching over this forgotten ancient site.
He turned to leave, yet his steps halted.
Looking back, he saw Shen Tang, hand in hand, still staring dumbly in that direction, her feet seemingly nailed to the ground, motionless.
He reached out, gently covering her brow and eyes, bending down to whisper by her ear, speaking in a tone that was half-teasing, half-serious, "Still thinking about him?"
Grasping her hand, pressing it to his heart, he cast down a gaze filled with affection, tinged with faint grievance, "Xiao Tang'er, watching your female weep for another male, Brother Li will surely get jealous."
