Zhen Ruan stepped outside the courtyard and glanced in the direction where Yi Chen resided, a faint smile appearing on her face.
"The sisters in the Joy Palace also say that I'm lovesick, that this man is either after me for my person or my wealth, how laughable, even Zhang San isn't interested."
He neither wants her wealth nor her…
She wasn't foolish; how could she not feel the man's rejection?
But she was not afraid; the women of the Hehuan Sect were not like those other female cultivators. They were always bold in love and hate, unpretentious, and if they liked someone, they would pursue them without hesitation.
"Ling Yue, this really isn't my fault."
"It was Zhen Daoist who made the first move."
Yi Chen looked at the red lipstick mark on his face in the bronze mirror and could only wipe it off with resignation, his reflection revealing an indescribable expression.
He loved to speak the truth, and this feeling seemed not too bad…
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