Hua Yao's gaze fell on Li Yuanyuan's face.
As she looked at that innocent little face, the bitterness in her heart deepened.
She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calmer.
"Who is this little sister?"
Her voice carried a faint tremor that was hard to detect, and her eyes looked as though they might burst their banks at any moment.
Seeing her like this, Chen Changqing finally belatedly sensed that something was wrong.
Following Hua Yao's gaze, he looked down at Li Yuanyuan, whose hand he was holding, then looked back up at Hua Yao's reddened eyes. A flash of insight struck him, and he instantly understood.
He did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"What are you thinking?"
Somewhat helpless, Chen Changqing raised a hand as though to tap her nose, but when he saw her aggrieved expression, his hand changed course midway and landed on Li Yuanyuan's head, giving it a gentle rub.
"Brother Changqing, this big sister looks like she's about to cry."
Li Yuanyuan tipped up her little face and whispered into Chen Changqing's ear.
Her voice was not loud, but of the three cultivators present, which one did not possess exceptional hearing?
Yao Feng watched from the side in utter alarm, cold sweat nearly breaking out across his forehead.
His junior sister was usually as serene as an immortal maiden stepped out of a painting. When had she ever shown her emotions so openly?
Then he looked at Chen Changqing, and his head began to ache as well.
This Shushan Holy Son had only just met her—how had he already made his junior sister so sad? And he had even brought a child with him. What sort of situation was this?!
Li Yuanyuan's single remark exposed her, and Hua Yao's