"So this counts as my special privilege?" Jian Qing narrowed her eyes, her emotions masked, she joked with him humorously.
Quan Jingwu smiled wryly, "Hmm."
A special privilege bestowed only upon her, exclusively for her.
Jian Qing let out a heh heh laugh, not taking his words to heart, "So you do have a sense of humor too."
"Jian Qing, you don't have to fake a laugh, if you don't feel like it." Quan Jingwu's purple pupils flickered an obscure glimmer, looking at the smiling face hidden behind a mask, he tasted the bitterness of heartache for the first time.
Jian Qing was slightly taken aback, the smile on her lips instantly faded, her thoughts seemed to drift far away, like she had said something similar to someone, a long time ago.
"Really?" The morning wind carried a tranquil voice, it sounded elusive, empty.
Before Quan Jingwu could respond, Jian Qing lifted her head, her eyes distant, "I'm sorry, I have something else to deal with, I have to go."
