Back in the VIP area, Xie Xiaojing's eyes sparkled with mischief as she nudged Ji Ruxue playfully. "Sister Ruxue, did you see that? Jiang Chen is leaving with the Holy Lord. Now that he's the Holy Son, it's only a matter of time before the Holy Lord arranges a betrothal for him."
"You…" A soft blush spread across Ji Ruxue's cheeks, leaving her momentarily speechless.
Not long ago, her father's efforts to pair her with Jiang Chen had been a source of frustration. The mere thought of it was irritating, and Xie Xiaojing's teasing would have only made it worse.
But in just two short months, after sharing both danger and victory with Jiang Chen—and owing her life to him twice—her feelings had shifted in an unexpected way. In such a short time, a deep affection for him had quietly taken root in her heart.
