Heavenly Sword Peak.
The market at the foot of the mountain.
People came and went nearby. No one dared so much as glance at Ye Qingxian, the long-renowned prodigy.
At the heart of the crowd.
The girl held me in her arms and stood quietly.
I listened to her gentle explanation, to her serene, reassuring voice. It seemed to soothe the restlessness in my heart, tenderly smoothing it away.
Just like the first soft breeze of spring. When you went on a spring outing and felt the wind, you couldn't help closing your eyes and opening your arms to embrace the spring scenery...
"Are you really sure you've never met them?" I muttered softly, my voice sweet and tinged with tears, a hundred times cuter than usual...
Ye Qingxian cupped my face. "Mm. I've never met them. Not once."
"I've already explained everything to you."
"Can our little fairy, Ye Xiaoyao, stop bristling now?"
At that, my back straightened a little. I wanted to bite Ye Qingxian again. "W-who's bristling?"
"Could you stop being like those other people who are always calling me a cat?" I knew Ye Qingxian didn't like cats.
And I'd never admit I was a cat. It would make me think of the most painful things in my past.
Ye Qingxian had accidentally stepped right on a landmine. Her expression cracked for a moment. "No, no, you're not bristling. I'm the one bristling. I spoke without thinking."
I lifted my eyelids, half pouting and half reproachful. "I knew you were a cat, Senior Sister Ye Qingxian. You finally admitted it, didn't you?"
Ye Qingxian: "..."
How was she a cat?
Never mind. If Junior Sister was happy, then she was a cat.
"Mm. I'm a cat. A little cat who could get startled at any moment."