“What kind of divine artifact is it? Can’t you just send anyone to get it?” Luo Jinxiao grumbled. “It’s a divine artifact, we can’t just send anyone. It’s a lamp left behind by the Celestial Realm. It’s said that the wick holds a divine soul. This year, it’s the Wuhui Sect’s turn to perform the Divine Sacrifice, and we need…
Luo Jinxiao’s heart was filled with bittersweet emotions. She could only hold Qu Weiyin tightly and say slowly, “I won’t run away with anyone else. I’ll follow you, in this life and the next. I’m yours forever.” After an unknown amount of time, as Qu Weiyin’s body gradually relaxed and she drifted into a deep sleep, Luo Jinxiao gently placed…
“I didn’t, I didn’t do anything, I swear.” Luo Jinxiao guessed she must have misunderstood something and hurriedly raised her hands. Seeing Qu Weiyin so heartbroken, she felt uncomfortable herself, her heart twisting into knots. “Do you think I’m incredibly boring, that I can only hide my worries and not speak them? I deserve it, Luo Jinxiao.” Qu Weiyin choked,…
Qu Weiyin set down her teacup, her heart suddenly pounding like a drum. She couldn’t calm down, and a surge of anger welled up inside her, worsening her inner turmoil. “Has she lost her mind?” Qu Weiyin snapped. She wanted to question Qiongqi further, but faced with her innocent expression focused solely on food, she found herself unable to ask…
Cool lips pressed against her skin, and Qu Weiyin tilted her head back slightly, too shocked to move. After a moment, the owner of those lips suddenly released her. Luo Jinxiao’s head slid down to Qu Weiyin’s shoulder, her body going limp as she slumped against her, motionless. Qu Weiyin finally regained her composure and gently tapped the back of…