In QingWu's memory, the Xiao Chenyuan of their youth was like a wildfire—fierce, passionate, brimming with the reckless pride of a young man. He also had a mischievous streak that could make anyone grit their teeth in frustration, and his favorite pastime was teasing her.
The Xiao Chenyuan she met again after her return to the mortal world was entirely different. He had become a solid inkstone, carved and chiseled a thousand times over, hiding all his emotions beneath his skin. He was a sword, a lone wolf.
Hearing that deliberately teasing "Queen elder sister," QingWu nearly thought time had gone awry—that the Xiao Chenyuan of their youth had somehow appeared before her again.
Otherwise, how could he still be this infuriating?
The damp heat from his body seemed to spread to her as well, making her heart feel just as wet and heavy. Pressed against the screen, she instinctively took another step back—nearly knocking it over.
