"Wei Ying."
My heart trembled, I saw him looking back and smiling, letting the breeze mess up the strands of blue hair, and the sunshine stopped between his eyebrows.
Endless green grass stretched across the sky. The young man in white nodded slightly and walked away gracefully, leaving behind a handsome back. Unknowingly, his eyes were filled with tears.
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"Poof!"
"Say it again, you just said Lan Zhan was getting married?!"
So the ancestor of Yiling snatched the bride in public.
"Could it be that the Yiling Patriarch wants to marry the Immortal Governor?" The guests were all talking about it.
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"Hanguang-Jun Hanguang-Jun! Hanguang... Jun..."
Suddenly, Lan Jingyi's shouts of uproariousness crashed into the back mountain, and a group of juniors also rushed in recklessly. When they saw the Immortal Governor with the Yiling Patriarch in his arms, they all froze in place as if they were petrified, motionless.
A faint blush appeared on Lan Wangji's cheeks.
"Are you shy? Mr. Hanguang."
Lan Wangji took hold of his hand, and all the tenderness was gone.
"Nonsense."
Intention: beautiful