Hua Yao's gaze fell upon Li Yuanyuan's face.
She looked at that innocent little face, and the bitterness in her heart grew even stronger.
She took a deep breath, trying her best to make her voice sound calmer.
"Who is this little sister?"
Her voice carried a tremor that was difficult to detect. Her eyes looked as though their banks would burst at any moment.
Seeing her like this, Chen Changqing finally belatedly realized that something was wrong.
Following Hua Yao's gaze, he looked down at Li Yuanyuan, whose hand he was holding, then looked up at Hua Yao's reddened eyes. A flash of inspiration struck his mind, and he instantly understood.
He did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"What are you thinking?"
Chen Changqing was somewhat helpless. He reached out, intending to flick her nose, but when he saw her aggrieved expression, his hand changed direction midway and landed atop Li Yuanyuan's head, gently rubbing it.
"Brother Changqing, this big sister looks like she's about to cry."
Li Yuanyuan raised her little face and whispered into Chen Changqing's ear.
Her voice was not loud, but of the three cultivators present, whose hearing was not extraordinary?
Yao Feng watched from the side in utter alarm, cold sweat nearly pouring down his forehead.
His junior sister was usually as quiet and graceful as a fairy stepping out of a painting. When had she ever displayed her emotions so openly?
Then he looked at Chen Changqing, and his head began to ache as well.
This Shu Mountain Holy Son had just arrived, yet he had already made junior sister so sad—and he had even brought a child with him. What kind of mess was this?
Li Yuanyuan's words exposed Hua Yao, and her cheeks instantly flushed scarlet, the redness spreading