The Closed-Door Disciple Is A Treasure

On the mountaintop, the evening glow gently envelops the peak. The two people, nestled together, gaze at the sea of clouds, with faint traces of sorrow and joy. Throughout this journey, they have already become intertwined in each other's very essence. The fierce wind howls, and the figure in white flutters gracefully. Suddenly, the celestial official, observing the romance, turns his head to reveal two sharp canine teeth, a warm smile with shallow dimples, and points to the mountainside, asking Bi Lingling: "Do you remember the first time you appeared?"

The disciple Bi Lingling looked down at her feet, where lush purple perilla was blooming abundantly, vigorous and stubborn. Remembering that shade of purple, recalling the astonishment of the crowd when they first met, she smiled and tears began to flow. "Yes, I will always remember, at that time I was clinging to my master's back, refusing to come down no matter what"

Tian Guan tightened his grip on Bi Lingling's shoulder and smiled faintly