That afternoon, Qionghua Shuiyu's smile gradually faded, her expression turning more serious. "Chen Xun, Ox."
"Hmm?"
"Moo?"
"You... have you been all right these past years?" Qionghua Shuiyu took a deep breath. It seemed these words had been buried in her heart for a long time.
Their relationship was not particularly deep, yet that was precisely why such words were even harder for her to say. Others might even think she had ulterior motives.
A faint smile remained on Chen Xun's face. "I'm fine. Aren't we all still alive and well?"
"Mm..." Qionghua Shuiyu sounded somewhat distracted.
Suddenly, just at that moment.
A red-skirt woman carrying a sword strode through the street as though the wind were beneath her feet, looking every bit the jianghu hero. The surrounding commoners all retreated several steps toward the roadside.
They had been about to curse loudly, but upon seeing the killing intent in her seductive features, they knew at once she was not someone to provoke. They immediately shut their mouths, inwardly cursing their bad luck.
The Red-Skirt Woman charged furiously toward the pancake stall.
"Du Shi, I crossed thirty Great Cities and climbed over mountains and ridges, only to find you selling pancakes here with another woman?!"
The Red-Skirt Woman cursed loudly. Her fierce voice carried from far away. "Liar!"
As soon as her words fell, a traveler who was still eating a pancake was so startled that he choked on a mouthful. His face twisted as though he had eaten shit, and he could only make muffled sounds.
Big Black Ox's expression changed drastically. It was over—this again. She had come to quarrel with Chen Xun again!
It let out a soft moo and hurriedly slipped to the side, lest Chen Xun lose another argument and blame it for being inarticulate...