Hearing Guang Ling's words, Jiang Mo froze for a moment, then shrugged. "What else should I care about? Honestly, Green Yaxin just left on her own without so much as a goodbye, leaving me worrying myself sick. Fifth Brother, you and Yue'er are no better. You both came back without bringing Green Yaxin. Five whole years! If I'd known, I would've gone with her. Without her around, life feels especially dull and boring."
Dull?
Boring?
Guang Ling raised an eyebrow. "What, have you fallen for her?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Right, right, right. I've fallen for her. If I didn't like her, I wouldn't spend all day thinking about hanging out with her. That's what you wanted to say, right, Fifth Brother?" Jiang Mo nodded dismissively as he searched for the secret chamber in the Papal Hall.
He had a thick skin and wasn't afraid of Guang Ling's unwarranted teasing. Besides, there really wasn't anything between him and Green Yaxin.
Did he like her?
Probably.
But Jiang Mo himself wasn't quite sure.
All he knew was that he cared about Green Yaxin. No matter how he looked at it, he cared a great deal.
Yet that concern couldn't compare to what Guang Ling felt for Qian Renyue.
He often wondered whether his days would carry on as usual without Green Yaxin. In truth, they did. There was simply one more thing in his heart to look forward to.
Since joining the Worship Hall, Jiang Mo had rarely gone out, let alone made any other friends. Apart from his colleagues and brothers in Spirit Hall, Green Yaxin could be considered his only friend. Even if he had made plenty of friends in his younger days, after all these years, who knew whether they were still alive?
Perhaps he cared so much because