Pale as pear blossoms, her face, slender as willow branches, her waist.
Despite the redness rimming her eyes, weariness was still evident.
Cheng Guang, seeing Qin Yanqiu in such a state, remained unconcerned, aware that this was simply her nature.
After all, she was the Female Martial God, a figure of considerable resilience, revealing little of her vulnerability even before her own father, let alone before him.
Cheng Guang turned his head to look at Qin Beifeng by his side.
His gaze swept to the figure behind him, and his expression suddenly turned to mild surprise.
Qin Beifeng, a man of stature, now showed the timid shyness and awkwardness of a young girl.
Quietly hiding behind Cheng Guang, he kept his head down, silent.
Seeing this, Cheng Guang felt a bit helpless and slightly stepped aside to reveal Qin Beifeng, who was concealed behind him.
