Sunlight fell on her soft hair, casting a shallow halo.
Seeing Fang Qingyu come out, she merely tilted her head slightly, her clear red eyes blinking as a greeting.
It seemed that the small riddle bothering her last night had been dispelled by the morning sunlight.
Or perhaps, like Fang Qingyu, she chose to leave the answer to that distant ice field.
Fang Qingyu looked at Jiang Wei's expression and a barely noticeable smile appeared on his lips.
The innocence of a child can be quite nice at times.
"Let's go to the training field," Fang Qingyu called out.
"Okay."
Jiang Wei responded and jumped off the stone bench to follow Fang Qingyu.
The public training field in the core area of the Pocket World Blessed Land was now shrouded in a faint morning mist.
The cold alloy ground reflected faint light, and the massive target posts stood like silent giants.
Fang Qingyu brought Jiang Wei here not for high-intensity sparring.
