"Yun Shangyuan! I was really angry, all right?" Feng Yueya decided she would rather die than admit otherwise.
"Ah, it seems that Yue Yaya is saying one thing but feeling another."
"I'm not..." Feng Yueya felt like crying but had no tears.
Who would come and take this ghost away? Otherwise, she feared she might truly be angered to death by him one day.
Eating a meal at the restaurant cost Feng Yueya one tael of silver. Luckily, the silver wasn't hers, so it didn't hurt as much.
After counting the remaining silver, Feng Yueya carefully tucked it away in her bosom. She knew all too well the pain of being penniless, so she planned to spend every penny frugally.
It seemed she couldn't just focus on cultivation; she needed to find some work to earn money. She couldn't always rely on Yun Shangyuan to steal for her.
Walking on the street, when they passed a clothing store, Yun Shangyuan suddenly stopped in his tracks.
