Huo Junhan's gaze was extremely familiar to Shen Yaowei.
After her tragic death, her soul had always been by his side. At that time, he had looked at her corpse with such a passionate gaze.
Even if he reincarnated, his feelings for her would never change.
Leaning into Huo Junhan's arms, Shen Yaowei listened to the sound of his heartbeat and felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. "As long as I can be with you, I'll like it no matter where I go."
Even if it was a mountain of blades or a sea of flames, even if it was hell, she wouldn't hesitate.
A satisfied smile appeared on Huo Junhan's lips. He picked Shen Yaowei up by the waist. "Let's go home."
Almost as soon as Huo Junhan finished speaking, the scenery in front of Shen Yaowei changed.
A small but warm courtyard house appeared out of thin air and sat in the center of the sea of flowers. Shen Yaowei's gaze wavered.
