Inside Bai Xuanling's Sea of Consciousness.
Chu Xingchen folded his arms and hid directly behind Bai Xuanling, looking at Xuanle with a slightly smug expression as he answered her question without a word.
Xuanle's gaze grew increasingly dangerous, the longsword in her hand gleaming with a piercing chill.
Though Chu Xingchen looked smug, he was also carefully observing Xuanle, who was very likely Bai Xuanling's younger sister by blood, assuming Bai Xuanling had no other peculiar tastes.
Under close scrutiny, Chu Xingchen also noticed the differences between Xuanle and Bai Xuanling.
Their faces had similar shapes, but many details differed subtly, especially the faint teardrop mole at the lower right.
They only looked alike from a distance, and he had naturally assumed at first that this was Bai Xuanling. After all, they were inside Bai Xuanling's Sea of Consciousness.
Now, even if the two dressed identically, Chu Xingchen could tell them apart. There were fairly obvious differences.
Bai Xuanling stood with her sword in hand, her voice soon regaining its calm:
"Of course your big sister cares for you, but you ought to give her less to worry about first."
Xuanle's expression turned slightly sorrowful, her voice mournful, as though something deeply upsetting had happened:
"Then who is this man? There's someone new in your Sea of Consciousness again. With what little attention you already have to spare, will any of it still fall on me? Why even talk about caring? In a little while, you might as well forget me completely."
Bai Xuanling frowned slightly at Xuanle. She was about to answer when a voice spoke behind her first.
Standing behind Bai Xuanling, Chu Xingchen perked up a little at those words.
What a fine brew of manipulation!
But who couldn't do that?!
Chu Xingchen furrowed his brow slightly