In the same splendid autumn light, Luojia slowly raised her eyes and looked at An Su. After a pause, she shook her head, "But I... I don't want us to be even."
An Su watched her, silent.
"I once said that I am a bad child."
Luojia paused for a long while, the flush on her face finally fading slowly, "It's all your fault because Mr. An Su loves to lie too. You led me astray; it's all your fault."
"I can no longer be the good child everyone likes, so..."
The Maria River outside the window was shimmering, the stained-glass windows shimmered, and the silhouette of the sycamore on the table shimmered—
The eyes of Luoja Fast, also shimmered golden.
"I lied to you, I'm sorry."
Luojia tilted her head at An Su and stuck out her tongue,
"May I ask if you can forgive a bad child's first lie?"
Observing Luojia like this, at that moment, he realized that the Little Saintess was never easy to deal with; he was the easier one.
