'Dream Huai Jun' stood there for a while before regaining her senses. Just now, when she deliberately teased Wang Anfeng, she only found it amusing, effortless, without the slightest oddity. But just now, he only uttered two words, making her feel a bit feverish. Seeing him carrying the weapon she used to wield in her youth made her heart feel even more complicated.
She couldn't explain it, couldn't articulate it; sometimes she wanted to laugh, and other times she just felt like snatching that dagger back.
The words "the best" echoed in her mind, and her cheeks felt burning hot. If it weren't for the mask she wore, a treasured item in her family, she might have already shown her anxiety. She let out a slow breath, clenched the fingers of her right hand, and, not knowing why, felt a bit displeased, whispering the word "fool."
The tone was no longer as gentle as before, clear and clean, with a hint of the ranger's spirit from the Jianghu.
