"I've come to see you. I knew that my little Chuxi would definitely be outstanding." Huangfu Qingjue smiled slightly and walked forward. He reached out to push a few strands of Ling Chuxi's hair behind her ear.
Huangfu Qingjue's hand was very warm. When it brushed against Ling Chuxi's ear, her heart skipped a beat.
"I thought... You would attend this time," Ling Chuxi whispered hesitantly as she gazed into Huangfu Qingjue's mesmerizing purple eyes.
"Am I not here now?" Huangfu Qingjue smiled gently and sat beside Ling Chuxi.
"That's not what I meant! I thought you would attend this competition as the divine messenger of the Deity Temple." Huangfu Qingjue's smile was making Ling Chuxi's heart feel warm.
"Let the sad old man handle it," Huangfu Qingjue said casually.
