"Ah? No wonder... the flood hit the Dragon King Temple... It turns out Qingyang didn't even know we were relatives." Suddenly, I understood that with Qing Li's personality, she probably seldom mentioned her relationship with Yu Qingxiao to others.
Aside from those like Yuan Hong and the Great Demons who interact more with Dragon Dad, very few in the world know about their connection.
But I couldn't let this misunderstanding stop me from harboring resentment towards Qingyang.
Either let Yu Longting shave his head in the New Year, or...
If I could find out Qingyang's whereabouts from Qing Li, I'd still have to hand him over to Old Zhao...
Qing Li stopped talking and patted my back lightly, lulling me to sleep as if I was a baby.
I found a motherly sense of security in Qing Li, and unconsciously relaxed into a deep sleep.
Yet my consciousness inexplicably intruded into a mysterious dream, a dream within a vast stone building's hall that I'd never been to.
