The Divine Progenitor of Douluo

The group camped for the night, but the atmosphere was tense. Ling'er's icy demeanor had returned, and she avoided Xiao Tian's gaze.

During a quiet moment, he approached her. "What's wrong, Ling'er?"

She hesitated before blurting out, "You're always so kind to everyone. Sometimes…I wonder if I'm really special to you."

Xiao Tian gently took her hands, his voice firm. "You're more than special, Ling'er. You're my anchor, my strength."

Her eyes softened, and she smiled. "Thank you, Xiao Tian. I just…needed to hear that."