Ling Qingyue himself didn't know what was going on. He always thought he was just curious about Liu Chen, but after the last incident, he realized that his feelings toward Liu Chen were no longer the same. Unintentionally, he would often think of him, and he found it even harder to let go, even harder to forget.
"Ah... After decades of cultivation, why is my state of mind still affected by you? If it weren't for you, my injuries would have healed by now!"
Staring at the handsome man in the painting, Ling Qingyue let out a helpless sigh. Indeed, his injuries hadn't fully recovered because he found it difficult for his mindset to stabilize, frequently thinking of Liu Chen.
He actually didn't know what had become of Liu Chen now. On that day, after helping Liu Chen cleanse the perilous poison using his icy aura, he left. What happened to Liu Chen afterward, he had no idea. So earlier, he actually wanted to ask if Liu Chen had entered the inner courtyard.
