Hearing Yuan Yang's words, Mu Yunle froze for a moment. It seemed she'd just heard another deeply moving story. She blinked, then casually asked, "Who is he? Is he your sweetheart, Heroine Yuan?"
Yuan Yang came from the tribes of the Southern Wilderness, where people spoke boldly and directly. Mu Yunle had met her several times when she was young, so she knew what word to use at a time like this.
"Sweetheart?" Yuan Yang's eyes lit up, then dimmed. She gave a self-mocking smile. "In his eyes, I might just be a little girl like you—someone he can casually offer a few pointers to, but otherwise never even thinks about."
Mu Yunle was surprised and blurted out, "Heroine Yuan, then why are you still looking for him?"
Looking into the little girl's ink-dark eyes, Yuan Yang suddenly realized that the child who used to cry easily and laugh just as easily had grown even more beautiful than herself. It was an undeniable beauty. She sighed, reached out, and before Mu Yunle could react, ruffled her hair just as she had when Mu Yunle was little. Her expression was half amused, half rueful.
"You're still only halfway grown, in both age and heart. When you truly grow up and meet someone like that, you won't ask why I'm searching for him."
How wonderful it was to be young, with a youthful state of mind and energy brimming over, like the rising sun.
Mu Yunle pouted and smoothed her tousled hair. Heroine Yuan was so annoying! She was already past twenty, a well-known martial hero even among Outer Scenery Experts, and yet she was still being treated like a child!
She was about to speak when she saw Yuan Yang shake her head and stroll into the crowd, leaving only her