"Qingqing!" Mu Ruyue glanced at Yao Yunqing, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, yet ultimately she said nothing.
In the eyes of this young man, she didn't see any admiration, but rather only a deep dependency, a kind of dependency normally only seen from a son towards his mother…
"Let's go, Zi Qianjing. If you want to come, follow us on your own."
Zi Qianjing smiled, his lazy, attractive smile lingering on his lips, his infatuated gaze constantly entwined with the girl who was not much older than himself.
"Call me Jingjing, is that alright?"
Mu Ruyue wanted to speak, but upon catching sight of the luminous eyes of the other, her heart somehow softened: "Jingjing, come with me."
Zi Qianjing's lips curled in satisfaction, being able to stare at her like this after a thousand years, how wonderful…
Zang Qingxue stared at the youth's gaze entangled on Mu Ruyue, and with some annoyance, stamped her foot. In that moment, something known as jealousy emerged in her heart.
