Lu Yunxiao pinched Qing Lin's cheek, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
Qing Lin's skin was as smooth as congealed cream, and her little face was rosy and tender. It felt wonderful to pinch lightly.
"Qing Lin was just looking at the scenery."
Qing Lin blinked her big eyes, delight shimmering in her emerald-green pupils.
It had been a long time since she had spent time alone with Young Master.
She had been cultivating, cultivating, and cultivating every day. It was truly so dull.
"I think you were spacing out here."
Lu Yunxiao smiled as he rubbed Qing Lin's head and gently stroked her cheek.
"Have you gotten used to staying here at Cloud Gate?"
Lu Yunxiao asked.
"I have."
Qing Lin hurriedly nodded her little head like a chick pecking at rice.
"Is that so? Then why do I feel that you look a little lonely?"
Lu Yunxiao stared at Qing Lin's pretty face, looking into those emerald-green eyes that carried strange, unusual power.
That silhouette just now had made him sense a feeling of desolation.
This girl seemed utterly out of place amid all this.
But after giving it some careful thought, Lu Yunxiao realized that Qing Lin's presence within Cloud Gate had indeed never been particularly strong.
Qing Lin could not squeeze into Cloud Gate's core circle.
After all, Cloud Gate's true core, those who handled its affairs, were all his women.
And he was rarely at Cloud Gate throughout the year.
Even when he returned briefly, he spent his time with Yun Yun and the others.
The number of times he had shown concern for this little girl could truly be counted on one hand.
Whenever he returned, Yun Yun and the others always said that Qing Lin was cultivating.
But no matter