A wild weed from the mortal realm pursues a love with a High God. No schemes, no melodrama, just a sincere pursuit of love, mutual healing, and two hearts choosing each other!
“I want to be Ningjue’s wife, not his disciple.”
“Ha ha ha…” Mo Zichen, who called himself the senior disciple, doubled over laughing.
Sister Qinyu said with a smile, “You can’t just say you want to be someone’s wife. You have to love each other, especially if you want to be a High God’s wife.”
“Then I won’t say it casually. Can I say it only to Ningjue?”
“No… Are you trying to laugh me to death? No wonder Master asked me to teach you how to behave. So you’ve been coveting his looks all along!” Mo Zichen started laughing again, tears glistening at the corners of his eyes.
