Qin Yu never expected that the other person would come clean after she had sneaked away to cry for a short while. Could it be that he had been hiding somewhere, spying on her?
"Um, me too."
Qin Yu tried to sound calm.
Xiao Tingyun: "I can tell. If you weren't one of the people from the Gate of Death, your bad luck would be natural-born."
She still vividly remembered the sight of Qin Yu jumping into the melting lava.
It was simply bone-chilling.
With the fruit skin being very thin, she slowly peeled it off, and Qin Yu looked down at the milky white flesh, saying, "In the future, you will be like me."
Her words were very soft, so soft that it seemed like she had never said them.
"So you cried?"
"..."
Qin Yu hesitated for a moment, and looked at Xiao Tingyun's eyes. The latter said, "You didn't make any mistakes; I just guessed that you would cry."
"Qin Yu, you really care about me."
Qin Yu: "..."
