"Just... not bad?"
At that moment, Ning Rongrong was extremely sensitive. She snatched the handkerchief away and viciously threw it back at Ao Yin, her eyes red as she snapped with a touch of petulance.
"Ao Yin, are you insulting me?!"
Ao Yin remained calm, without the slightest hint of anger.
He bent down to pick up the handkerchief, his movements gentle as he looked at her with clear eyes.
"If a few words from others can crush you, then what is truly lacking is your character, not your talent."
That simple sentence instantly left Ning Rongrong speechless.
She bit her lip, her face full of stubbornness, yet she knew perfectly well in her heart—Ao Yin was right.
It was simply that too much grievance had built up inside her. Even if she understood it now, she still needed someone to give her a way out.
"I never said I looked down on the genius... beauty of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
Ao Yin moved closer and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled. At such close range, she could even smell the faint fragrance coming from Ao Yin, making her want to breathe it in.
"You..."
"What genius beauty? Don't talk nonsense!"
At that moment, Ning Rongrong suddenly recalled Ma Hongjun teasing her during the day, calling her Ao Yin's little girlfriend.
She secretly raised her eyes and looked at Ao Yin, who was showing such concern for her. Her thoughts immediately began to run wild.
Could it be... that he had really been quietly watching over her all along?
The night was gentle, and the lingering warmth of Ao Yin's coat was scorching.
Her heart, once cold and despairing, was completely warmed by this one-of-a-kind tenderness.
She