Yun Ming: Whoever wants to be Pavilion Master can have the job. I barely want it anymore.

Yet as the two walked side by side along the tree-lined path toward the Sea God Pavilion, Gu Yue's gaze kept drifting to Tang Wulin's profile, her eyes filled with an indescribable satisfaction and love.

Tang Wulin's short golden hair gleamed in the sunset, each strand distinct, soft, and smooth. His normally resolute eyes looked slightly unfocused as he pondered something, and his long lashes cast faint shadows beneath his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Tang Wulin felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and instinctively touched his face. "Is there something on my face?"

"No." Gu Yue shook her head, but she simply couldn't suppress her smile. She couldn't help recalling the match just now. Everyone had given their all to pass the exam, even fighting until they were covered in dust and grime, nearly beating one another's faces into "pig heads."

But now that the smoke had cleared, the sight of the somewhat disheveled yet still exquisitely handsome boy before her made the joy of recovering what she had lost nearly overflow from Gu Yue's heart.

"I just think..." Gu Yue suddenly leaned closer and gently brushed aside a few unruly golden strands on Tang Wulin's forehead. "You're especially soft and cute right now."

"Huh?" Tang Wulin froze, his cheeks flushing beneath his golden hair. "Gu Yue, stop joking. I'm a boy."

"It's true." Gu Yue blinked, her eyes brimming with amusement. "Look at that golden hair, paired with your fair little face, and this..." She reached out and lightly poked Tang Wulin's cheek, which felt soft beneath her finger. "This soft, adorable look makes you seem like an exquisite porcelain doll. Not just like a girl, but more like a child people can't resist holding in their arms and doting on."

Tang Wulin's face turned scarlet.