The rain hadn't stopped yet, and Mu Qingyue sat in the waterside pavilion's lengthy corridor, gazing blankly at the raindrops pouring down like dense silver beads, splashing countless droplets on the ground.
The cold wind blew against her forehead, lifting her silvery white hair, and her pair of ruby-like eyes seemed to become slightly misted.
The footsteps approaching from behind stopped, and Zhu Nanzhi, fresh from her bath, looked at Mu Qingyue's side profile, feeling slightly surprised within.
When she woke up and came to the Qingyi Palace, Mu Qingyue was already sitting there. After her bath, she still maintained the same posture...
Embarrassed because of last night's events?
How could that be!
Last night, this reserved Sword Immortal was the most uninhibited, flaunting in front of her and Aunt Pei in all kinds of ways.
Would someone like her be shy afterwards?
Outrageous.
Then what could be the reason?
