"Senior Brother!"
As Lu Heng and his two companions entered Yan Ya's courtyard, Qingyue, like a baby swallow returning to its nest, leapt directly into Lu Heng's embrace.
Off the mountain, Qingyue had shed her little Taoist robe and donned a white princess dress.
Her long hair was shiny black, as deep as the pitch-black night.
Her fair and delicate face was like fine porcelain, seemingly as fragile as if it could break with a blow.
"Little Junior Sister, it's been a long time!"
Lu Heng ruffled Qingyue's hair and said with a smile.
"Senior Brother, you've been off the mountain for so long, why haven't you called me?"
Qingyue pouted, her cheeks puffed with a mix of indignation and cuteness.
"Qingyue, Qingyue, your Second Senior Brother is here too!"
Yang Qingshu said discontentedly.
"You are... Second Senior Brother?"
Qingyue raised her head slightly, after glancing at Yang Qingshu, she frowned in confusion.
