"What do you want from me?" The woman in purple approached the young man with a smile and looked at him dreamily.
"Didn't you say that you are a wishing spirit?" The man looked coldly at the charming woman in front of him. Is she a demon? No wonder she was born charming.
"Ha~ So you have something to ask me for, um... Tell me." The woman gently sat on the root of the tree, stroking the green moss on the root of the tree with her white fingers.
"I'm not begging, I'm giving you freedom." The man's eyes became colder and colder, and there was an icy chill in the heroic spirit between his brows.
The woman stood up and smiled: "What difference does it make?"
"Of course, do you want to be a flower demon forever?"
"Haha, the young master is so gentle, and he has made plans for the little girl in the future, but the little girl is willing to stay here. If the young master is fine, please come back." The woman's purple eyes were closed, her white hands were hidden in her purple sleeves, and her cheeks were slightly red.
"Humph"
The man snorted coldly and walked away.
"Can I... Can I leave here?" The woman opened her eyes, her purple pupils filled with sorrow. White cranes in the distance, you are so free. If I could be like you, that would be great. ． ． ． ． ．