Yi Qingxiu only grumbled a bit, mostly in jest.
If she really wanted that person's autograph, it would only take a word.
With Qin Hao's return, everyone was relieved.
Several women were particularly thrilled, and Yang Lin exclaimed, "Qin Hao, that battle you fought in the West was truly impressive; I'm completely in love with you."
"Weren't you already head over heels for me before?" Qin Hao asked, not quite satisfied.
"I was, of course, but now I'm even more so," Yang Lin giggled.
Qin Hao was speechless – what kind of nonsense was this?
"You're alright, aren't you? When I saw you bleeding so much..."
Lin Luyao frantically examined Qin Hao for any wounds but finally relaxed when she found no scars.
"That was someone else's blood; I'm fine myself."
Qin Hao smiled nonchalantly, not concerned in the slightest; to him, those were nothing but minor injuries.
