"Young Master Jiang, did you need me for something?"
"Cold Girl... There's something I'd like to discuss with you."
In the courtyard, Jiang Lin and Leng Bingqing sat facing each other.
Looking at Leng Bingqing's clear, pure eyes, Jiang Lin felt increasingly guilty.
Moreover, Jiang Lin was still wondering how he could confess everything to Cold Girl while keeping her emotions stable.
"Mm."
Leng Bingqing sat before Jiang Lin with her long legs pressed together, blinking at him.
It seemed as though this girl could go on looking at him forever.
To be honest, ever since the Reed Festival, Jiang Lin felt that Leng Bingqing had truly changed a great deal.
Leng Bingqing had always been a little dazed, but before, that side of her had been mostly concealed beneath her aloofness.
The Leng Bingqing of the past had been like a sword—a Icy Longsword wreathed in Spiritual Power and sword qi. It was as if anyone who came too close would be wounded by the sword qi of her indifference.
Swords did not fall in love. All they gave people was coldness.
But now, this Icy Longsword seemed to be gradually melting. It even felt as though it had begun to drip water, with more and more of it flowing out.
Wait... This metaphor didn't seem quite appropriate.
But that was precisely the truth.
The sword qi that had originally surrounded the Icy Longsword gradually dissipated, and the ice sword slowly melted as well. What it revealed was a sword heart clear through to its very core.
Naturally, Jiang Lin preferred Cold Girl's dazed cuteness. There was an indescribable docility to it.
But perhaps this wasn't a good thing.
Jiang Lin felt that the reason Cold Girl seemed so dazed and cute now was that once the layer of