Hua dangled in midair, held high by someone.
She could not see his expression, only the man named Lan.
Just as Hua was about to answer the question, the man behind her chuckled.
Then the man who had just asked whether she was willing stopped pressing her.
His gaze lowered. Soon, he looked up again and opened his palm toward the two before him.
He produced an arrow from somewhere and offered it to Hua.
The next instant, Hua was set down.
Xianyu's eyes crinkled with amusement as his gaze fell on the arrow.
This was a divine gift countless Xianzhou natives dreamed of obtaining.
Using the arrow would make someone an Emanator of the Reignbow Arbiter.
Xianyu lifted his gaze to meet Lan's eyes instead.
His tone was casual.
"Lan, you really don't understand what children like."
"Who gives a child an arrow?"
Hua quietly straightened the shoulder straps of her schoolbag, which had nearly slipped off.
For a moment, she forgot to protest the claim that she was his "heir" and could not help grumbling inwardly.
Do you understand children, then?
You're hardly any better.
You either feed me half-cooked roast meat or sling me over your shoulder.
And your personality is awful, too.
Sometimes, Hua could not help wondering just who was the guardian and who was the minor.
Why did it feel as though this awful adult was less mature than she was, a ten-year-old child?
Still, there was one thing he did reasonably well.
Whenever something happened to her, he stayed by her side all night without sleeping.
Yesterday, in particular, he had even braided her hair into a headful of little plaits.
Though they were uneven in thickness and crooked... so ugly they looked like a three-year-old's handiwork.
But when Hua learned from him