"Qingyu!"
Wei Jiangyuan rushed toward the small courtyard where Yao Qingyu lived in a flurry.
Yao Qingyu was sitting on the low couch by the window. When she saw that although Wei Jiangyuan's face was pale, the gloom between his brows had vanished, replaced by his familiar smile, the huge weight hanging over her heart finally settled.
Yao Qingyu immediately rose to her feet. "You shameless rogue, are you better now?"
Yet, to Yao Qingyu's surprise, the smile on Wei Jiangyuan's face vanished completely the moment he reached her. "No..."
Yao Qingyu grew anxious as well. "But I just spoke to Senior Shennong. Could it be that..."
Wei Jiangyuan gave a teasing smile. "Of course Teacher talked me through it. But until my wife forgives me, I still can't get better~"
Seeing him like this, Yao Qingyu was naturally completely relieved. She deliberately put on a stern expression to hide her embarrassment, though there was a lightness in her voice that she herself had not noticed. "Who's your wife? Stop spouting nonsense here. I hate smooth talkers most!"
"All right, all right, not my wife. I misspoke. Then, my dear little sister Qingyu, where's my gift? You promised me. You wouldn't go back on your word, would you?" Wei Jiangyuan grinned as he held out his hand. With his intelligence, once his mind had returned to normal, he naturally understood what had happened.
Yao Qingyu's cheeks grew faintly warm under his gaze, and her heartbeat inexplicably sped up. She puffed out her cheeks slightly. "Gift? There's no gift. Why would I have any gift for you? Stop being so full of yourself!"
"Such a huge Iridescent Armor—if you're not giving it to me, are you giving it to Old Xiao? I'm so jealous of Old Xiao. He already has so