Ye Ling looked at the little Qingyi beside him and couldn't help feeling dejected. What are you dragging me into this for, girl?
It's just to see why Little Mei is daydreaming. What's with all the excitement? You'd think I was going to eat her or something.
"Have you lost your mind? Why are you dragging me into this?" Ye Ling said dejectedly.
But Qingyi beside him shook her head, "Sister Mei doesn't like to be disturbed at this time. For a thousand years, she's gotten used to sitting in the courtyard every night, staring at the silent sky, lost in thought."
Ye Ling was stunned, "She doesn't have something wrong with her, does she?"
Otherwise, why would a woman spend a thousand years staring at the sky each night, unless she was some kind of great astronomer?
"It's you who's got something wrong. Sister Mei is trapped by love, okay? If you don't know, then don't talk nonsense, or I'll hit you," Qingyi said with her fists waving.
