When he first met Li Sinian, she was still a mischievous little devil who laughed, cursed, raged, and teased as she pleased. He had suffered no shortage of losses and tricks at her hands. Although he had lost all face in front of the servants, he was not angry in the slightest.
On the contrary, he had been delighted. It had been a smile that came from the bottom of his heart, because he found being teased and bullied by her incredibly amusing. He could neither hide nor conceal it.
Later, he went to Tiandu, and Li Sinian's whole family followed him there. Especially during the period when Li Mu Yang had vanished and his life or death was unknown, she had been at her most sorrowful and miserable. The Li Sinian of that time had been both sharp and frail. Yan Xiangma had accompanied her in his own way, shielding her from wind and rain while clearing away every danger and hidden hostility around her.
She was like a girl from the neighboring household, someone who made people unable to resist drawing close and protecting her. He couldn't bear to see her suffer even the slightest grievance or injury.
He had originally thought that their last parting would be an eternal farewell, and that they would never meet again in this life.
Yet he had never expected that, at the critical moment, Li Sinian would appear as if by a miracle.
Even more astonishing was the earth-shaking manner of her entrance. Mister Taishan, who had been famous for years, had been casually burned to ashes by her. Even Ying Wuyu, Peacock Country's national preceptor and one of the few great experts in Shenzhou, had lost in his contest of magic against her.
The Li Sinian of today stood high