Even as things stood, his life had nothing whatsoever to do with those lofty, high-sounding words.
How strange.
Ning Ning was lost in thought, her gaze lingering beside his cheek. Amid the expanse of fair skin, she suddenly spotted a conspicuous patch of red.
It turned out to be a drop of dried blood, crusted on the young man's earlobe.
"Don't move."
Without thinking, she reached out. The moment her fingertips touched the bead of blood, she felt Pei Ji abruptly go still. "There's a drop of blood here."
The soft flesh of his earlobe was delicate to the touch. Ning Ning's movements were light, and as she slowly pressed against it, faint currents spread unnoticed.
It tickled a little.
Pei Ji had never been this close to anyone before.
She slowly wiped away the drop of blood, but since it had been there for too long, it left behind a stubborn red stain.
Ning Ning was determined to see the good deed through. Since the thick crimson mark wouldn't come off easily, she frowned and pressed harder. But after trying for a while, the stain hadn't faded at all. If anything, it had grown darker.
Wait.
Darker...?
Like Pei Ji in front of her, Ning Ning froze, her hand still.
The color of his ear was still unmistakable, as though someone had plucked the sunset from the horizon and soaked his fair skin in it.
So red.
It turned out it wasn't a bloodstain at all.
His entire ear had actually turned red.
After everyone had eaten, it was time for Xu Ye and Su Qinghan to say goodbye to the three of them.
"I heard many Wanjian Sect disciples are camped together. My senior sister and I want to go join in the fun, too."
Xu Ye