"Turning into the new year, Ji'er will be sixteen too." Looking afar at his most beloved divine consort, Shen Shao sighed lightly.
Xie Tian scratched his head.
Seeing this, Shen Shao said with a half-smile, "My nation's protective general is almost eighteen, right?"
"Replying to Your Majesty, still over six months short."
"Haha, you brat!" Seeing Xie Tian looking as if he were still young, Shen Shao chuckled and shook his head, sighing, "Only you. If it were someone else, I'd have kicked them away already."
After watching the divine consort for a while, Shen Shao then led Xie Tian in another direction, and before long, a pavilion appeared.
The autumn wind was bleak; though no withered leaves could be seen, the atmosphere felt mournful.
Xie Tian didn't like this kind of mood, so he looked up at the sky and then sat down beside Shen Shao.
Shen Shao also looked up at the sky, his gaze deeper than Xie Tian's, seeming to see beyond the Three Thousand Worlds to the distant stars.
