The night was as black as ink, the moonlight like water.
A cool summer breeze gently brushed against the hem of her clothing.
In the courtyard, beside the stone table, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed like it could drip water.
The slender legs of the girl in the black robe trembled slightly, her pale hands gripping her collar tightly, her head lowered, not daring to look at the figure in sky-blue before her.
Opposite her stood a valiant girl holding a sword.
Her delicate face was as cold as frost, staring contemptuously at this shameless woman, as if looking at a fly, shamelessly sullying others.
"Master, master... why are they fighting?"
The little girl tugged at her master's robe, her phoenix eyes fixated on him non-stop.
"Qing Jun thinks it's all the master's fault! So, master, don't attract any more bees and butterflies! Aren't two disciples enough for you!!"
Stupid girl!
Chen Ye flicked Qing Jun's head with his finger.
