"Cousin..."
While Su Pei was holding a meeting, Su Xuan was lying in an attic of the Yu Xian Sect. Ji Sisi stood by his bed, cupping her cheeks in her hands and staring blankly at Su Xuan's face. Her mood fluctuated between melancholy and inexplicable happiness, a chaotic swirl of emotions.
"I'm not your cousin."
Su Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and glanced sideways at Ji Sisi. "Your cousin wanted my flying horse, so I beat him up and hid him somewhere."
Still in a daze and seemingly oblivious to his words, Ji Sisi just let out a soft, "Oh."
"You don't blame me?" Su Xuan asked. As he spoke, he reached for the water cup by the bed. To replenish his exhausted cultivation power, he had swallowed a large number of pills, and his mouth was incredibly dry.
Ji Sisi quickly handed the water cup to him. "I don't blame you."
Su Xuan immediately started to gulp the water down.
