He clearly said that she also belonged to the Sword Immortal.
With a hiss, the wick was too long, and the small flame solidified for a moment before extinguishing. Yin Tingxue snapped out of her daze and hurriedly rummaged for the flint to relight it.
Seeing Chen Yi turn his head to look this way, Yin Tingxue lowered her head, silently reading her book.
Yin Tingxue was absent-minded. She didn't know what was wrong with her, perhaps feeling a tinge of jealousy. Her face flushed with shame. Unlike ordinary women who would shy away and deny it, she openly embraced this bit of sourness and let it linger in her heart. Jealousy is just human nature, after all.
As the noise outside gradually ceased, footsteps entered the room one after another.
At that moment, the words on the coarse paper jumped out one by one, escaping her vision, so she couldn't focus on reading.
Chen Yi, nearby, was discussing martial arts insights with Dong Gong Ruoshu,
