"Good morning, Young Master Zhou...?"
The wind was gentle and the sun was warm; not a cloud in the endless sky. Such splendid weather filled Yun Baibai with joy, and encountering Zhou Li only added a gleeful smile to her eyes. She had just reached out her hand to greet Zhou Li and the others when she caught sight of Zhou Li's ghastly pale face.
Paler than her Great Grandmother who had been dead for sixteen years.
"Good morning to the cute and kind-hearted Cloud Deity who doesn't cause trouble and makes me feel genuinely at ease," Zhou Li blurted out unconsciously, then enjoyed the sight of Steam Princess blushing.
"I, I, I..."
Yun Baibai held her cheeks, the rosy blush seeping through her fingers like a beautiful sunset. Her gaze was flitting and she started to stammer, "Young Master Zhou... thank you, I will work even harder... I... I don't deserve such praise."
