The girl was timid. Lin Qiye could hear that her voice was a little hoarse as if it was full of apology.
He could also feel strength, restraint, forbearance, and fear in her tone.
She was afraid of losing the opportunity.
However, after mustering up her courage to ask Lin Qiye but being mocked by girls and boys around her age, she became unconfident.
Lin Qiye's intuition told him that if the girl raised her head, her eyes would shine with boiling tears.
Lin Qiye examined the girl.
The girl lowered her head and nervously pinched the hem of her skirt. Although her bangs covered half of her face and she was unconfident, her figure was outstanding. It was ridiculously curvy.
However, the girl didn't know this. She was flustered. Because of that, even her shoulders were trembling.
She could imagine how cold Lin Qiye's attitude was.
After all, she was a useless blacksmith who had destroyed more than ten weapon spirits.
