"Ugh! If I'd known, I wouldn't have gotten handsy."
Lin Feng stared at his empty palm, looking deeply reluctant. Seeing Qian Renxue walking faster and faster, he hurried after her at a jog.
"Hey! Teacher, wait for me, my book..."
"Leave it with me for now. I'll return it after dinner."
"This..."
"What? Is there a problem?"
"N-No problem. As long as Teacher likes it."
In the shadows,
She Long watched the two figures walking side by side ahead of them, his expression utterly strange. He lowered his voice and muttered to Ci Xue beside him.
"Fatty, look at Young Master like this. Things don't seem too good... Why do I keep feeling that she's going to follow in that person's footsteps?"
Of course, Ci Xue knew who "that person" meant. With a complicated expression, he sighed.
"For more than ten years, Young Master has worn a mask and infiltrated Heaven Dou, navigating the imperial court. No one has ever truly cared whether she was happy or tired."
"Lin Feng is the first, and the only one, who remembers Young Master's birthday, worries about her going hungry, and holds her dear to his heart."
"He can give Young Master support unlike anything else on the continent, and he can bring her companionship and happiness. If it were you, you'd fall for it too."
She Long recalled the changes of the past few years. Young Master had once been like an ancient glacier that would never melt, indifferent and emotionless. But ever since meeting Lin Feng, she smiled, blushed, got angry—she had come alive.
He opened his mouth, then shook his head with a bitter smile and sighed.
"A powerful attack Angel Martial Soul paired with a one-of-a-kind support martial soul. One strong, one supportive—they seem naturally complementary."
"Not just Young