The tagalong who was always behind Su Qing.
Was nowhere in sight.
"Look, young lady, why are you following me?"
Su Qing turned around, exasperated.
The girl nearly crashed right into him, but luckily, Su Qing stopped her with a hand to her forehead.
'Honestly.'
Su Qing had no desire for any ambiguous relationships.
Especially not with a rebellious teenage girl.
Su Qing couldn't care less.
It was impossible for an ordinary person to make Su Qing care.
'An ordinary person.'
'Hmm.'
Su Qing thought for a moment.
He released his self-imposed restrictions and glanced at the girl before him.
'Holy crap~'
'Golden-purple!!'
It was the first time Su Qing had ever seen luck like this.
The gold and purple were completely fused together.
He suddenly scanned the girl with his soul.
'Noth—'
'No, wait, a stone!'
'That's not right either, it's a flower!'
Su Qing had originally been about to say there was nothing unusual.
