With an added narrow-sleeved black outer garment, Qingyue walked at the front, her high ponytail, tied with a Cloud Phoenix Gold Hairpin, swayed gently behind her, evidently in a very good mood.
Following behind, Lu Jin'an gave a peculiar glance at his senior sister's slender back, recalling her sudden confession earlier, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
Although he didn't know what happy thought his senior sister had, it didn't matter; as long as she was happy, that was enough.
Consequently, Lu Jin'an found his steps a bit lighter as well.
Beside him, Qiu Qingtang discreetly observed Lu Jin'an's expression. This person favored girls taking the initiative in relationships, preferring the feeling of "a woman's pursuit is like a thin veil."
As Qiu Qingtang contemplated this, she heard Lu Jin'an abruptly ask, "Your cloak looks quite warm, what's it made of?"
