A week later.
Qing Ye had mostly recovered from her injuries.
For some reason, she felt uneasy. It was as if a storm were brewing.
In all her years of experience, whenever she'd had a strong sixth sense, she'd never been wrong.
Seeing Qing Ye lost in thought, I deliberately squeezed in beside her. I parted my lips, about to say something.
Suddenly, I caught a whiff of fragrance.
Wait, that smell...
I shook my aching head and stopped thinking about it. "Qing Ye, you..."
I hesitated for a second, but still followed my heart and asked, "What kind of person do you like?"
Light seemed to glimmer in my red eyes.
It was more like taking one tiny step at a time, testing the waters.
Qing Ye was clearly distracted and seemed caught off guard. "Like?"
When I got no answer, the light in my eyes gradually dimmed.
"I guess... anyone would do." After giving it some serious thought, Qing Ye offered a straightforward answer.
"I see."
I tilted my head.
Qing Ye was surprised when someone suddenly hugged her arm.
I noticed what I'd done, too, and my little face flushed red. I bounced away.
"I've got something to do. I'll come find you to play later."
With my hands behind my back, I hummed a little tune as I left.
Since this was the most important moment,
the occasion had to be a little more formal.
Ideally, it would be something she'd remember for the rest of her life.
Meanwhile,
deep in the cold pool,
Jian Wushuang had endured the biting chill for years, but suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
That single mouthful made her face change dramatically.
"Not good."
They said that a butterfly could cause countless changes in the plot just by gently