In the long-gone periods of darkness, for those remnants, when an utterly calm female voice echoed in that pitch-black space, when a woman in a long dress appeared with graceful steps, it already declared their death.
Such eyes, such posture, such a sense of oppression.
This is truly a woman who was born to belong in the Frosty Heaven.
"But now..."
Miss Aqing's eyebrows held a trace of amusement as she looked at the woman before her and remarked, "You can also... show such an expression now."
"...?" Shi Qingjun tilted her head, not understanding what she meant, but Miss Aqing smiled even more joyfully.
"Yes, exactly this expression."
Miss Aqing adored Shi Qingjun's perplexed expression and outer demeanor, as if the contrast of the Nine Heavens Immortal falling into mortal dust, it's hard not to like.
Alright.
Can't keep thinking like this, if she were to fall for her again, it would be embarrassing.
A good horse doesn't eat back grass.
