"You came for me!" Peng Jipei cheered as he threw himself onto his cousin, "Thank goodness, I thought I was done for!"
Yuan Xuelan let out a sigh of relief, glad that Peng Jipei was safe in one piece. But even as he exhaled, the truth was, Yuan Xuelan was not calm at all.
No, his mind was in utter chaos.
And he was too afraid to even turn around, afraid that he might catch sight of Liu Sumeng. Why was he such an idiot and had to lose his patience like that? Had he not grown out of his ridiculous hot-headed phase? Yuan Xuelan lamented over his own immaturity in silent shame.
Liu Sumeng remained at the door, with Nan Chang tugging at his sleeve, "Liu-gege, won't you come inside?" She asked sweetly.
He shook his head, "I will keep watch."
She took a moment to observe him and study the Ivory Sword Saint's stoic expression. "Xuelan doesn't mean what he says. He's a sweet boy."
