Ice Cream Man?
As soon as this name appeared, Qian Renxue remembered it instantly. Wasn't this precisely the arranged marriage match Bibi Dong had introduced to her earlier?
Though Ice Cream Man was very handsome, had a good personality, and was the dream lover of countless young female soul masters on the continent, Qian Renxue truly could not muster up any affection for him.
She immediately opened her mouth and said, "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person."
"Um, you're a good person..."
"I hope that in the future, you'll also meet your happiness. We aren't suited for each other. I'm already Qingkong's wife, so don't dwell on me anymore. Apologies."
A trace of a pale smile appeared on Ice Cream Man's handsome face.
"I know..."
"Well, that brat Wu Qingkong went that way, go find him!"
Qian Renxue thanked him in the direction Ice Cream Man pointed.
"Thank you, thank you..."
Then she immediately ran over.
The end of the road was a quaint little shop.
Looking at this storefront, Bibi Dong frowned. "Is he messing with you? I happen to know that brat likes you intensely, and I'm really afraid he casually pointed you in the wrong direction."
"He wouldn't. His appearance earlier didn't look like he was lying."
Qian Renxue pushed the door open.
The door opened, and a series of clattering hammering sounds immediately drifted over.
Inside the shop, a young man was bending over, weaving something.
His expression was extremely focused, and he didn't notice the newcomer behind him at all.
"What is this?"
Curiosity surged up, and Qian Renxue lowered her head and leaned in to look.
A pair of fair, slender hands were manipulating wooden strips and willow twigs, weaving a lantern.
These hands...
Qian Renxue sensed a trace of familiarity. As her gaze