After hanging up the phone, Ah Da sat beside her cellphone, lost in thought. The Bronze Sword just now had sounded so heartbroken, lacking its usual arrogance and flamboyance, as if its sharp edges had been smoothed out.
Was it because Yao Qingzhi had asked her for three hundred yuan for accommodation fees, or was it Yao Qingzhi's poor attitude? Just like when Qin Yu was fierce, she would feel sad and distressed.
Resting her chin in her hands, Ah Da couldn't figure out one thing: if Yao Qingzhi made the Bronze Sword so sad, why did she still choose to stay at Lingcheng Mountain? She could have left.
When Qin Yu came out, he saw Ah Da kneeling by her cellphone, frowning, looking listless.
"What's wrong? Not going to sleep?"
Ah Da suddenly looked up, her eyes wide as brass bells when she saw Qin Yu.
