With a helpless shake of his head, Xin Yun turned and looked toward the table, then picked up the twelve small flags and handed them to Yan Qingying. Seeing this, Yan Qingying's delicate body trembled, and she looked back at Xin Yun with a complex expression.
Her feelings toward Xin Yun had become increasingly complicated. From the initial admiration to the subsequent respect, and now, even the word "admiration" seemed inadequate to describe her feelings; it was worship... Yes, only "worship" could best convey the sensation in her heart.
As for love? Sorry... From the day Yan Qingying joined the Demon Dragon Clan, other than loyalty and ruthlessness, love had been thoroughly erased. To Yan Qingying, love was but a feeling, an illusion that led to mistakes, with no true love in existence. Yet now, she had to admit that even if she wasn't in love with Xin Yun, she still wished to follow by his side forever, without reason, she just did...
