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"good!"

Ye Chuhan seemed to be infected by the unrestrained and free dance of the herdsmen, and she actually jumped up and danced with the group of herdsmen. That dance was the most vigorous and robust Hu Teng dance of the Western Desert.

Flames leaped, and shadowy figures moved about.

Ye Chuhan danced freely by the campfire, her white clothes fluttering and swaying. Her dance was vigorous and unrestrained, and her handsome face, already showing signs of intoxication, was filled with a bold smile. Her whirlwind-like steps seemed chaotic, but they had the proud posture and demeanor of a desert eagle, leaving everyone in awe and full of praise.

Lotus had never known that Ye Chuhan of the Tianshan Snow Sect would be so unrestrained.

Illuminated by a roaring campfire.

Ye Chuhan's unrestrained laughter continued, his handsome face radiating heroic spirit and boundless ambition. The desert herdsmen clapped and sang for him, and the beautiful herdsmen girls blushed the moment they looked at him.

Lotus sat quietly among the jubilant herdsmen.

She watched Ye Chuhan dancing by the campfire amidst the crowd, his graceful movements, handsome face, and the unrestrained, otherworldly air about him.

The flames shone brightly.

Her petal-like lips lifted slightly, like the first melting of snow, a lotus flower smiling gently.

Ye Chuhan, standing in the crowd, suddenly stopped her unrestrained dance.

He turned away from the boisterous, laughing herdsmen surrounding him, his clear face showing surprise as he gazed at the white-clad girl, her smile as radiant as a blooming lotus in the firelight.

There are still such beautiful smiles in this world.

Her beauty was unparalleled, like a lotus blooming in Jiangnan at dawn. The firelight illuminated her face, making her appear as if petals were gracefully unfolding.

Clusters of bonfires burned fiercely and unrestrainedly under the clear night sky...

Lotus finally saw Ye Chuhan's surprised look.

The smile on her face froze for a moment. She subconsciously touched her face, and even she couldn't believe that she had just... smiled involuntarily.

She was somewhat flustered, quickly stood up from the jubilant herders, and turned to leave.

Ye Chuhan was taken aback, then turned around and chased after them.

At the entrance to the Flower Valley, plum blossoms fall silently.

Thanks to the effects of the strong liquor, Ye Chuhan's originally pale face regained a faint hue. His smile remained cheerful and hearty, and his brows exuded a wild and unrestrained spirit.

"Today has truly exceeded my expectations!"

Ye Chuhan turned around with a smile, looked at the lotus behind her, stepped forward and took her hand, "I never imagined that your smile was so beautiful."

His palms had a soothing warmth.

Lotus didn't speak, nor did she withdraw her hand. Her face was no longer smiling; it was now filled with the icy indifference of the past.

Ye Chuhan, however, seemed unaware of it.

He took Lianhua's hand and walked to the plum tree. His long, elegant eyes held a smile brighter than the snow. "One day, I will no longer be the leader of the Tianshan Snow Sect. I will be an ordinary person, riding across the desert, living a carefree life. I can hold the hand of the woman I love and grow old together, just as you said, never to be apart."

Lotus felt his palms getting hotter and hotter.

She suddenly felt a tightness in her chest.

“Lotus, one day,” Ye Chuhan finally turned to look at her, his face elegant and handsome, his voice deep and affectionate, “I want you to wear a wedding dress, a veil, and become my wife, Ye Chuhan.”

Under the plum blossom tree, silence fell for a moment.

Snow covered the ground, stars filled the sky.

The fragrant plum blossoms fell on the pure white snow, so even the glistening snow seemed to have a faint plum fragrance.

Lotus silently looked at Ye Chuhan, a thousand words stuck in her heart, but she didn't say a word.

Finally, she withdrew her hand from Ye Chuhan's without expression, her voice as still as dead water, devoid of any emotion, "Sect Master, have you forgotten? Lotus said that I have made a lifelong promise with someone else."

As she spoke, the disappointment in her eyes deepened.

But he couldn't see it.

As she suddenly turned and left, Ye Chuhan's pupils constricted sharply.

He watched her walk further and further away, into the distance, while the silver ribbons on her long, black hair looked even colder and more indifferent in the silvery moonlight.

He suddenly gave a cold laugh, "Lotus, you did well, you really did a great job!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped to his feet.

His figure flickered, the clouds shifted and changed, and in an instant he was in front of Lotus. Lotus's gaze was calm as water, and she did not move at all. She only felt a figure flash before her eyes and her hairline suddenly loosen.

Her long, cloud-like hair cascaded down her back, and the thin silver ribbon she used to tie it was now in Ye Chuhan's hands.

Lotus looked up at him.

A faint sharpness flashed in Ye Chuhan's eyes. He raised his hand, and the silver whip returned to Lotus's hand. He himself made a slight turn of his hand, and with a slight sway of his sleeve, a crystal-clear longsword appeared in his hand.

The longsword was as transparent as glass, with a narrow and slender blade, yet from tip to tip, a dazzling light flowed like mercury, dazzling the eyes.