When Jiang Lin walked out of the room, the eastern sky had already begun to pale.
After a night of celebrations without sleep, most cultivators had "cultivated immortality" all night, so there were very few pedestrians on the streets. Most had gone to rest.
Compared to last night's shoulder-to-shoulder revelry, the streets of the Reed Flying Ship were nearly deserted at dawn. Red cloth lay strewn across the ground and between the pavilions, sheets of red paper had fluttered down everywhere, and the candles and lanterns were burning low.
Everything about it seemed tinged with desolation.
But then again...
"After a celebration, desolation is bound to follow."
That saying was not without some truth.
And this scene of desolation happened to mirror the desolation in Jiang Lin's heart.
As Jiang Lin walked toward Leng Bingqing's residence, he was still thinking about how to explain himself.
Actually, Jiang Lin felt he did not need to explain too much, because he had not flirted with Leng Bingqing.
So there were mainly two matters.
First, he had to apologize for accidentally kissing her on the lips at the time.
Second, he had to probe a little and see whether she knew that he was Jiang Lin.
If she did not know, then he would continue deceiving her, while also saying that he would no longer disturb Cold Girl and gradually fade from her sight.
After all, the system's mission had already failed. There was no need to get up early and sleep late just to play the bootlicker anymore...
If she knew that he was Jiang Lin... then he could only take measures according to the specific circumstances.
And then there was Azure Bamboo Lady.
Toward such a Number One Lady Under Heaven, Jiang Lin had always maintained an attitude of respect and