Chen Ye wanted to say a few words of encouragement, but was afraid of startling her.
Jin'er chose to practice in the early morning when no one was around precisely because she didn't want to be seen.
She curled up inside the house all day, perhaps not just out of introversion, but more because she didn't want others to see her pitiful state.
Thinking of this, Chen Ye merely watched quietly from behind the quiet chamber's window.
The early morning mist shrouded the girl's frail figure, the moon-white nightgown wet with dew, clinging to her body.
The intertwining of weakness and stubbornness presented a unique kind of beauty.
Chen Ye's brows gradually furrowed.
The girl would occasionally, unintentionally glance at the quiet chamber, but with Chen Ye's cultivation, if he wanted to deliberately conceal himself, she naturally would not be able to see him.
Thus, a hint of disappointment showed on her pale little face.
Something… isn't right.
