Si Mo sat cross-legged on the mat outside the wooden house, motionless for a long time.
His gaze was fixed on the Palace Bell at his waist. Finally, he raised his hand, pulled the Palace Bell from his belt, and held it lightly in his hand.
He didn't remember when he started wearing this Palace Bell, nor did he know who gave it to him.
However, he just had a feeling in his heart that this Palace Bell was very important to him! Very important!
"What are you looking at?" Lingling appeared beside Si Mo, her eyes brightened upon seeing the Palace Bell in his hand, and she reached out to take a look. "What a beautiful Palace Bell, you've always worn it before, and I never noticed that it's so exquisite."
Unfortunately, her hand grasped empty air.
Si Mo held the Palace Bell and subtly avoided her, without even glancing at her, emanating a "keep away" aura.
Lingling's smile froze on her face, and she awkwardly withdrew her hand.
