"Ah~! Sister, what's wrong?"
Sitting beside Little White and enjoying the opera onstage, Little Green suddenly noticed that something was off with her sister's complexion!
"I know the one playing the matchmaker onstage!"
"That demon really is her!"
"Five hundred years ago, the one who forged this jeweled hairpin magical treasure for me was Master of Baoqing Workshop!"
"But now, she has actually appeared in Hangzhou and is running an opera troupe?"
Watching the lively opera onstage, Little White's expression grew even graver, and a faint unease stirred in her heart!
"It's all right, Sister!" Seeing Little White's solemn expression, Little Green gently took her hand in comfort. "Whatever her purpose is in coming here, isn't he here too?"
Still looking relaxed and at ease, Little Green turned her peach-blossom eyes toward Qing Mo, who was sitting at the neighboring table with one leg crossed over the other, leaning back in his chair!
With this being whose cultivation surpassed all imagination, who commanded the Myriad Dao and countless arts, here, no matter how great the trouble, he had the power to settle it!
Following Little Green's gaze, Little White looked toward Qing Mo as well. Seeing him eating sugar-roasted chestnuts, her previously tense heart gradually relaxed!
"In my quarters, fallen blossoms carpet the ground, rouge grown cold!"
"Do not squander such a fine hour and beautiful scene!"
"Look at my sister's face—soft enough to break with the lightest puff!"
After Master of Baoqing Workshop, disguised as the matchmaker, finished that line, she immediately raised the folding fan in her hand and hid her bewitching, alluring face behind it!
"This scholar is a fortunate man indeed!"
A slightly hoarse voice spoke from behind the fan, where a fox's face was cast in the lamplight!
At once, cheers rang out from the