Late at night, the babbling flow of water brought liveliness to the quiet night.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, its radiance pouring down through the hollow skylight of the Mist Flower Ageless Spring.
With moonlight this beautiful, it was perfectly reasonable for an upright gentleman to be struck by wet inspiration.
Thus, Little Li the Gentleman sat in the spring, one hand covering his nose, staring at the moon overhead with an exceedingly solemn expression.
Ice Block was clearly right beside him, yet he did not dare turn around.
He was afraid that one more glance would make him explode.
Ying Bing did not enter the pool. Instead, she sat at its edge, lowering her eyes to stare at her snowy-white, exquisite jade feet, occasionally stirring the water with them.
Even now, she was only half a head shorter than Little Li. She had originally been the sort of woman with cold, peerless beauty, so beautiful that meeting her gaze made people feel oppressed and nervous.
Yet when her little foot inadvertently brushed against someone's shoulder while stirring the water, her own eyelashes trembled lightly, and she grew unbearably nervous instead.
She did not know what she had been thinking when changing clothes, or when speaking at the entrance to the hot spring.
Perhaps it was the unwillingness to admit defeat carved into her bones—never weaker than anyone throughout her life?
Or perhaps she simply felt that, having lived two lives, she was the elder sister. How could she let this childish brat bully her...
Just now, when she had made a slight move, she truly had bullied Little Li's nose until it bled, winning the first round.
But what was she supposed to do now?
That was why the Mist Flower Ageless Spring was so quiet.