"Really... Is it really true?"
Tushan Jing Ci tilted her face up slightly, her eyes blinking as she gazed at Xiao Mo, her expression a mixture of dazed disbelief and brimming anticipation.
"Xiao Mo, you're really not lying to me?" the young woman asked the young man before her, as if afraid of being deceived.
"It's true," Xiao Mo said with a gentle, certain smile. "Assuming the divination arts of the Great Dream of Yellow Millet haven't deceived me."
"Okay... Then I'll wait for you. You can't go back on your word!" Tushan Jing Ci extended her slender pinky finger, holding it right in front of Xiao Mo, her eyes showing a childlike seriousness. "Let's pinky swear."
"I wouldn't dare," Xiao Mo said with a laugh, extending his own hand.
One thick, one slender, their two pinky fingers gently hooked together.
