"Let me take it from here." Unlike the usual days, there was a tender smile on Tang Nazhi's handsome face. He held Shen Yanxiao's soft, delicate hand and pulled this sweet girl away from Qi Xia.
Amid the rise and fall of the music, the five beasts scrambled for Shen Yanxiao.
Shen Yanxiao was like a butterfly dancing trippingly, spinning from one friend to another.
At the moment, the onlookers' hearts were brimming with happiness.
Nobody noticed that a faint mist floated out of the dancing crowd, gradually forming the shape of a slender figure in the "night sky".
Gazing at happy Shen Yanxiao who was surrounded by the others, the rigid face of Xiu's seemed to have been softened greatly. There was a smile in his half-squinted eyes. He raised his head to look at the carefully prepared night sky. Then, with a wave of his hand, a subtle touch of mist enveloped the entire underground city.
