Han Jue could not help but smile at her reaction. He reached out and gently pinched her cheek. "What are you so angry about?"

Su Qinglan glared at him slightly, but he only chuckled. "There are all kinds of people in this world. We can’t get angry at everyone, right?"

He softened his voice and added, "Don’t think too much. Just focus on what we can do."

Su Qinglan pouted slightly and looked away. "I’m not angry. I’m just... frustrated."

She paused before continuing, her tone becoming a little lower, "When will that man finally leave? I can’t even meet my family properly."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance. "And Rong Ye and An Mo are still not back. It feels like our whole family has been scattered."

Han Jue listened quietly, then chuckled softly. He reached out and gently smoothed her hair. "I see... my little female is really angry."

"I’m not angry," Su Qinglan immediately denied, though her tone was clearly unconvinced.

Han Jue laughed even more. "Alright, alright. My female is not angry."

Before she could say anything more, his body suddenly shifted.

In the next moment, a large and majestic white wolf appeared in front of her. His fur was smooth and shining under the sunlight, and his ice blue eyes looked at her with a hint of playfulness.

"Come," he said in a low voice. "Climb on. I’ll take you somewhere nice."

Su Qinglan blinked in surprise. "You’re taking me? Where?"

But Han Jue did not answer directly. He simply nudged her gently with his snout. "Just get on."

Seeing his insistence, Su Qinglan did not hesitate anymore. She carefully climbed onto his back, holding onto his thick fur for balance.

The moment she settled, Han Jue leaped forward.

His speed was fast, and in just a few breaths, they had already left the Dragon Beast City. The gates were no longer heavily guarded, and no one stopped them as they passed through.

The wind rushed past her ears, carrying a fresh and cool scent.

Su Qinglan’s eyes slowly softened.

After being confined in the city for so many days, this sudden freedom felt unbelievably refreshing. She closed her eyes slightly, enjoying the breeze brushing against her face.

"This feels so good..." she murmured.

The outside world was vast and full of life. The greenery, the sky, the open land...everything felt so alive.

Han Jue seemed to sense her mood. He increased his speed slightly, his powerful limbs carrying them swiftly across the land.

Su Qinglan tightened her grip on his neck fur to steady herself, but there was a bright smile on her face.

In her previous life, she had never imagined something like this. Riding on a powerful beast, feeling the wind, traveling freely through nature...

"This life is really unpredictable," she thought softly. "You never know what will happen next."

Her body relaxed, and she slowly leaned forward, resting against Han Jue’s back. After a moment, she even lay down slightly, placing her cheek against his warm fur.

It was soft and comforting.

Han Jue immediately slowed down when he felt her movement, making sure she would not fall. His steps became steadier, allowing her to rest comfortably.

A faint smile appeared in his eyes. After some time, he gradually came to a stop.

Su Qinglan felt the change and slowly opened her eyes. The scene in front of her made her pause.

It was a wide field filled with blooming wildflowers. Colors spread across the land...white, yellow and purple...swaying gently with the wind.

The air was filled with a light floral scent, fresh and calming.

"Wow..." she whispered, her eyes widening slightly. "It’s so beautiful."

Han Jue let out a soft snort, his tail swaying slightly behind him.

Seeing her reaction, his eyes lit up with satisfaction. He had known she would like it.

Su Qinglan slid down from his back and stepped into the field, looking around with clear delight.

For a moment, all her frustration seemed to disappear.

She stepped into the field and immediately ran forward, her laughter light as the flowers brushed against her legs. The soft petals swayed with the wind, and for a moment, all the heaviness in her heart disappeared.

She stretched her arms slightly as she moved through the flowers, her mood finally relaxing. "This place is really nice..." she murmured, almost to herself.

She had never thought that something as simple as standing among flowers could calm her so much.

Behind her, Han Jue watched quietly. Seeing her smile like this, his gaze softened, but there was also a deeper emotion hidden within.

"Lan Lan, don’t run," he suddenly said in a low voice.

Before she could react, he stepped forward and caught her gently, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her back.

Su Qinglan let out a small sound of surprise as her body leaned into his. She turned her head to look at him, slightly stunned.

Han Jue did not speak immediately.

He reached out slowly and picked a small wildflower from nearby. Then, with a careful motion, he tucked it behind her ear.

"Lan Lan," he said softly, his voice deep and husky, "it looks good on you."

Su Qinglan froze for a moment. His gaze was too direct, too intense.

When she lifted her eyes to look at him, she found him staring at her closely. His eyes were dark, filled with something she could not ignore.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Han Jue’s gaze lingered there for a moment. Then, without warning, he leaned down.

Their lips met.

The kiss came suddenly, but it was not rough. It was warm and deep, carrying a quiet intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

Su Qinglan’s body stiffened at first, clearly caught off guard. Her hands instinctively grabbed onto his shoulder.

But she did not push him away.

Instead, after that brief moment of surprise, her eyes slowly closed.

The distance between them disappeared completely as she leaned into him.

Han Jue’s hold on her waist tightened slightly, pulling her closer, as if he did not want even the slightest space between them.

The flowers around them swayed gently, the soft breeze brushing past, but neither of them noticed.

Time seemed to slow down.

Su Qinglan’s fingers clenched lightly against his shoulder as she responded with equal passion.