Like Lin Beisheng, his grandfather Lin Juemie had also doted on the former Xu Zimo, even to the point of indulgence.
"I happen to have something to discuss with Father too. We can go together," Xu Zimo said.
"Who wants to go with you? You take your road, and we'll take ours," Ye Xuan replied with a cold snort.
"Little sister," Ye Kai said helplessly, glancing at Xu Zimo beside them.
"It's nothing," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head slightly before walking off alone.
Watching Xu Zimo's departing back, Ye Kai turned and asked Ye Xuan with a smile, "You don't hate him anymore, do you?"
"I hate him to death," Ye Xuan said coldly, her pretty face taut.
"Then when he came back badly wounded some time ago, why were you so anxious, constantly asking about his condition?" Ye Kai asked with a smile.
Ye Xuan's face flushed crimson. She hurriedly said, "I just wanted to make sure whether he was dead. If he had died, everyone would have rejoiced.
"Who would have thought his life was so tough?"
Ye Kai shook his head with a smile. "I've only ever seen hatred born from love. This is the first time I've seen love born from hatred."
"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?" Ye Xuan's face was nearly red to the roots of her ears, and her steps quickened involuntarily as she walked ahead.
Because of Taixiao Peak's steep terrain, there were only three paths up the mountain.
Xu Zimo chose the Tai'a Path and headed straight toward the summit.
A vast expanse of white mist drifted around him, while beneath his feet lay white jade steps carved with falling blossoms.
Xu Zimo's pace was neither fast nor slow, mainly because he did not want to reveal his