A flush flashed across the snow-white face of the green-clad youth. In a flash, he transformed back into Huang Mei's appearance. There was no way he could drop his airs in front of Xu Yi.
As soon as he transformed, Qiu Wa complained, "Bearded Uncle, hurry up and go. Little Huang Mei is shy. He'll be fine after a while."
Huang Mei was at a loss for tears, but couldn't be bothered to argue. His feelings these past few days had been complicated. At first, he'd been all haughty and lectured Qiu Wa at every turn. But Qiu Wa had treated him like an immature little spirit and kept turning the lectures back on him.
Eventually, Huang Mei gave up arguing with Qiu Wa. The two of them had such vastly different understandings of things that talking was pointless.
But he couldn't escape, and he couldn't beat her. When Qiu Wa asked him to play games with her, he could only play along. He hadn't expected that, as they played, he'd be the first to find it enjoyable—as if a whole new door had opened before him.
Compared to the fun of the games, spending his days hiding in Xu Yi's Starry Sky Ring, sleeping and staring into space, had been unbearably dull.
Most importantly, Huang Mei had indeed absorbed a vast amount of memories and had seen plenty of the world. But a mind couldn't mature just by seeing things. If he were compared to a human, he'd be no more than a precocious teenager, and still had a teenager's nature.
Qiu Wa had brought that nature out of him.
After spending so much time with Qiu Wa, he'd truly come to like this Ginseng Baby, whose heart was as pure as water. More than once, he'd wondered: How