The room is situated within a pavilion.
Outside the pavilion is an artificial lake with a diameter of several miles, stocked with numerous fish and shrimp.
These are not spirit beasts, just ordinary fish and shrimp.
Though they have no cultivation base and lack any spirituality, their vibrant colors are extraordinarily beautiful.
Su Han stood on the third-floor balcony, hands on the railing, quietly gazing at the lake lost in thought.
Today is the fifth day since he emerged from seclusion.
And only three days remain until Luoo Ning's wedding day.
At some unknown moment, a pair of slender jade hands wrapped around Su Han's waist from behind, and with a face more mature than before, pressed against Su Han's back.
Among the four women, in terms of who is the most beautiful, without a doubt, it was Nangong Yu.
From the aura, Su Han could clearly distinguish it.
"What are you thinking about?" Nangong Yu asked softly.
