Su Yi had just entered the courtyard when Qing Wan, dressed in a blood-red skirt, floated out from the room and said, "Immortal Master, while you were away tonight, many people hid outside our courtyard. Every one of them was armored and armed, and the fierce Baleful Intent on them was so thick. It was terrifying."
The lingering color of fright still remained on her delicate, fair little face. She looked terribly nervous; clearly, she had been badly frightened just now.
"Where are they?"
Su Yi's pupils narrowed slightly.
"Uh... I don't know what happened, but they left again."
Qing Wan stuck out her tongue and said with relief.
Su Yi frowned slightly and said, "Come into the room and tell me in detail." He strode straight ahead.
"Oh, all right."
Qing Wan hurried after him.
For some reason, after Su Yi returned to the courtyard, it was as if she had found someone to rely on; her heart felt soothed and steady.
Although when facing Su Yi, she was still terribly timid and awed, this feeling was still better than being alone and trembling in fear.
A lamp lit up in the room, dispelling the darkness and bringing warmth.
"Why are you so nervous?"
The moment he saw her like this, Su Yi could not help but frown.
Qing Wan shook her head and said, "Immortal Master, Wan'er isn't."
"You're lying."
Su Yi sat in the chair. His gaze moved away from Qing Wan's jade-white bare feet and landed on her delicate, picturesque little face as he said, "When you're nervous, your toes fidget, your lashes tremble slightly, the roots of your ears turn red, and the ten fingers of both your hands press together in front of you while you unconsciously rub the corner of your clothes."
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