Only after Yangyang followed them out did she see that both Little angels were standing at the doorway, rather than going straight over to the Ginkgo Tree.
She ran over and stood in the doorway, where she could likewise see the two figures beneath the tree.
They were leaning against each other.
"Senior Sister." I still clenched that jade hairpin tightly.
Several times, the words in my heart nearly spilled from my lips, but each time I forcibly swallowed back my feelings.
At that moment, I suddenly felt rather useless.
A mere cultivator nearing the sixth realm.
Anything I said would probably sound so laughable.
Ye Qingxian gently stroked my hair. "As for what happened during the day, after thinking it over carefully, I realized that I truly hadn't considered things thoroughly enough. I never thought this was a conclusion you had already mulled over deeply. I rashly rejected it too quickly, without listening to any of your thoughts. Instead, that became a denial and hurt to you."
"Can you tell me your thoughts again?" Bit by bit, she soothed away my worries.
"Not just the conclusion—your reasoning, too."
"No matter what you say, I'll respect it and consider it seriously."
"Respect?" I stared at my pale fingertips, and at the hairpin clenched in my hand.
The two words slipped out of my mouth without my realizing it.
"Yes, respect." Ye Qingxian noticed what I had been gripping all this time as well, and wrapped my small hand in hers from the outside.
Her palm seemed so large, her fingers long and perfect. The warmth of her skin was as gentle as the words she spoke beside my ear.
"Cultivators at different realms have different things they want to do."
"Someone can't mock a lower-realm cultivator for desperately practicing Fireball