Zhao Rong's smile finally relaxed a bit.
The transparent woman suddenly reached out and pointed to the position on his chest.
Zhao Rong looked down and realized, "Are you talking about the little red flower you gave me?"
That very strange blood-red Nine Heavens Cold Palace flower, which he had previously tucked into his bosom.
The transparent woman nodded.
Zhao Rong thought for a moment, "You mean, use this little red flower as a token? Next time we meet, I'll bring it along?"
The transparent woman nodded vigorously.
Then she seemed to become happy and excited again, floating around Zhao Rong, spinning and dancing.
In the autumn breeze, her sleeves fluttered, resembling a goddess from a mural of distant lands.
Zhao Rong also smiled and spun around, holding her hands with two fingers, facing each other, floating and spinning together in the air...
He was quite familiar with this weightless floating under the moonlight.
