The sea breeze brushed gently against her cheeks.
Xia Buyan's words echoed in her ears.
Ning Xiang felt troubled.
Not far away, Yu Tingchao led the island's cultivators in inspecting and reinforcing the formation. Only after giving the patrolling guards their instructions did he return to Ning Xiang's side.
Ning Xiang wanted to ask him about her trip to the Eastern Sea fifteen years ago to have her memories washed away, but on second thought, how old had Tingchao been back then? How could he know anything about it? She abandoned the idea.
The two strolled along the beach as she listened to Yu Tingchao describe the island's local customs. The young boy's voice was like flowing water striking stone, clear with a faint huskiness.
Listening to him, Ning Xiang could not help yearning to see it all. But, little junior brother, talking was one thing-why did he have to keep his chin raised?
Yu Tingchao's fair fingers lightly touched his chin.
"Little junior brother, did you sleep wrong and get a stiff neck?" Ning Xiang asked with concern. "But weren't you perfectly fine this morning?"
Yu Tingchao: "..."
He raised a hand and pointed at Su Lang nearby, complaining to Ning Xiang, "It's all Senior Brother's fault. When we sparred, he didn't show the slightest consideration for an injured patient. His attacks were vicious and ruthless. Look, Senior Sister, Senior Brother gave me every one of these injuries."
Ning Xiang stared at the young boy's smooth, fair, pretty chin for quite some time before finally finding a bruise the size of a grain of rice.
Hmm, thank goodness he had told her. Otherwise, the bruise would have faded any second.
Ning Xiang thought, *Senior Brother is as noble and clear as the breeze and moon after rain. He wouldn't