The clusters of sparks, as thin as little vine tendrils, drilled from Su Junxin's fingertips and gathered in her palm, forming a ball of light that twisted and flashed.
Qin You was intently inspecting it, his long eyelashes slightly contracted, the emotions in his eyes obscure and hard to decipher.
Is it finally time for some honesty?
"Is this… magic?" He looked at her, pretending to be puzzled.
Su Junxin smiled lightly, "Try touching it and you'll know if it's magic."
So he cautiously extended his hand, his finger slowly approached the ball of light.
"Crack—"
He swiftly pulled his hand back, looking at the small red mark on his fingertip left by the electricity, his eyes widened in surprise, "This is real? Wait, Junxin, how come you have this ability?"
She didn't hurry to explain, but withdrew her palm, raised her hand and lightly tapped on the light bulb on the cabin ceiling.
