After Weisheng Yueren's mind had raced, he suddenly revealed a startled expression and, awkwardly helping Qinghe to her feet, coughed twice, having made too much of a fuss. However, his gaze fell upon the peculiar little snake. It must have just been born, so small, but he had never before seen a snake with such beautiful coloring. This girl has always been different; other girls hung decorations on themselves like Christmas trees, each vying to wear all of their jewelry, whereas she has never cared for such things.
She only wore a gloomy wolf tooth around her neck, and now that she was finally wearing a bracelet, it turned out to be a fake one. Others wore jewelry, but she wore a snake, truly unique indeed.
Qinghe actually didn't like to display everything she owned in front of others. Maybe that was a form of self-protection. Yet, when it came to Weisheng Yueren, she always wanted to share many things with him.
