He had thought Ye Shiyuan would definitely wait for him.
There was still half an hour before the next day began.
Strictly speaking, he had not broken his promise at all.
Feeling somewhat indignant, Bai He found a place to sit down.
He decided he would wait for half an hour.
If Ye Shiyuan did not come, then he would leave.
Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a red ball of fire rising into the sky.
The fireball slowly ascended into the air.
Then it abruptly blossomed open.
Magnificent flames spread across the heavens, creating an incomparably beautiful scene.
It seemed as though something was drifting down from the sky.
Bai He stretched a hand outside the pavilion.
A flower petal landed softly in his palm.
The scene felt incredibly familiar.
It was almost as if...
A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind, pulling him into a warm embrace.
Ye Shiyuan's voice sounded beside his ear.
"Master, you came very late."
