Ye Qingxian returned to her cave abode, her expression calm.
She silently circulated her magic, evaporating the blood on her dress.
Seeing an object always brought someone to mind.
The clothes Ye Xiaoyao had given her had served their purpose perfectly.
Ye Qingxian lowered her gaze to her dress, and a cute figure automatically appeared in her mind.
She chuckled.
Why had she thought of Junior Sister?
Suddenly, she no longer felt constrained.
She didn't like Junior Sister anymore. What was wrong with thinking about her?
The moment this thought surfaced, Ye Qingxian instantly convinced herself.
When you liked someone but wanted to keep your distance, you had to restrain your longing.
That was how you avoided pain.
Once you had completely stopped liking someone, whether you thought about them or not became a matter of indifference.
That was what Ye Qingxian truly thought at that moment, and the state she believed she was in.
That was why she could think about anyone without a care.
Perhaps it was the matter of the Ye Family that had muddied Ye Qingxian's mood.
The Ye Family was about to intervene, making her think of her daughters.
Ranxing and Zhaoxuan hadn't even been born yet, and they were already about to be separated from their mother.
After they were born, the two children might inherit their mother's adorable nature.
Or perhaps they would look a little like her.
Ye Qingxian gazed at the white clouds outside the window, her thoughts already drifting elsewhere.
She had felt a little unsettled all day.
Even though she had already made up her mind, she was still somewhat troubled.
That was why she kept thinking of Junior Sister.
After a brief moment of thought, Ye Qingxian decided to follow her heart.
The space around her twisted. In