At that moment, Qin Fengming's right arm was still wrapped around Qingyu's slender waist as the two stood side by side. Even couples rarely showed such intimacy in public.
But in Qingyu's eyes, given the circumstances and Qin Fengming's words, he was unmistakably telling everyone present that she was his dual-cultivation partner.
Qingyu naturally knew that Qin Fengming's words had been referring to Li Ning. But the person accompanying Qin Fengming now was neither Li Ning nor Gongsun Jingyao—it was her.
Qin Fengming had always been unable to fathom the girl's feelings. At times, Qingyu was as gentle as water, sitting quietly like a maiden in a secluded valley, utterly untouched by worldly smoke and fire. Yet at other times, she struck with ruthless ferocity, taking lives at the drop of a hat and leaving countless cultivators trembling in fear.
At this moment, Qingyu leaned against his side, seeming soft and boneless. Her eyes and brows carried a radiant smile.
With every frown and smile, her eyes brimmed with honeyed affection, stirring Qin Fengming's heart like ripples on water.
Jun Hui had always been composed. Though her cheeks were flushed, she showed no other unusual reaction, only a faint, shadowy trace of melancholy flickering deep in her eyes.
Watching the man and woman leaning against each other before her, Jun Hui said nothing. She merely gave a slight bow before drifting back to Wu Rong's side. Jin Mao laughed heartily and said no more.
By now, everyone had finally come to understand Qingyu's way of doing things.
Qin Fengming slowly withdrew the arm clasped around Qingyu's waist and spoke again. "Jing Heng seriously wounded you. How are your injuries now? Have you recovered completely?"
As he spoke, his left hand had already settled against Qingyu's pale wrist.
Seeing how concerned