Little Nine stopped in a garden beautifully decorated with bright colours.
This place was somewhere which Ye Qing Luo had not visited before.
Looking afar, there were various kinds of flowers and all of them were blooming beautifully.
Light fragrance from the flowers filled the air as the wind rustled.
Ye Qing Luo turned around and realised that Little Nine was no longer there.
Ye Qing Luo took a look around the garden and still didn't see anyone around.
What was Di Mo Xuan up to?
Ye Qing Luo pursed her lips and just as she was preparing to head forward into the pathway to look for Di Mo Xuan.
Her shoulder suddenly sunk and a warm body enveloped her entirely into his embrace.
That elegant sandalwood scent, mixed with the refreshing flower fragrance seeped into her nostrils, extremely intoxicating.
It had just been a day since they last met.