"Is that so?" Yun Bingxin looked at me with a half-smiling, half-mocking expression. I narrowed my eyes slightly and said, "Why are you looking at me like that, Miss Yun?"
"Hehe, it's nothing. I'm just curious. After listening to Han Shanshan blow your trumpet for so long, there are still girls who don't fall for your glorious deeds? Could it be that our Xia Qiliang actually has a time when he admits defeat?" Yun Bingxin smiled faintly.
I shrugged and said, "Miss Yun, that's not right. Why are you making me sound like some kind of lady-killer? As for my looks, I'm only average at best. Even in terms of how I dress, I'm far behind Xia Ruize. My background is a little complicated, sure, but surely there are plenty of people with backgrounds even more complicated than mine, right?"
"Haha, that alone makes you far better than many people." Yun Bingxin patted me on the shoulder, then laughed. "One day, the heart of a daughter is like a needle at the bottom of the sea."
"You make it sound as though you've endured eighty-one tribulations yourself. You're acting so old and world-weary." I reached out and traced Yun Bingxin's chin. Flustered by the teasing gesture, her face flushed slightly as she said, "I'm an empress of demons, after all. I've seen plenty of the wider world. If not eighty-one tribulations, then I've certainly gone through more than a hundred and eight."
"Fine. I'm clearly not going to convince her anyway. What do you think I should do?" I laughed.
Yun Bingxin said, "You'll have to start from the beginning and tell me exactly what you said. Only then can I figure out where the problem lies."
Zi Yi had probably gone into the glue-filled tree hollow left behind after