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Chapter 202 - 141 Following

Chapter 202: Chapter 141 Following

"La~ la~ la la la~"

"Such beauty, this is the first time I’ve seen wintersweet. So this is what snowfall is like..."

"Ever since I was little, whenever winter set in, my mother would talk about the heavy snowfall in the Central Plains and the wintersweet. I could never really picture what it was like, but today, I finally get to see it."

"Hey!"

The voice was full of exuberance.

The embroidered shoes wrapped around her tiny feet lightly stepped onto the snowy ground. The snowfall from the night before had a bit of thickness, but as the girl kept moving, she didn’t leave many traces on the ground, forming a stark contrast with the person next to her who was taking heavy steps.

Seeing a patch of deeper snow, the girl lightly leapt into it, her tiny feet plunging into the snow just past her insteps.

She let out a bell-like laugh, her apricot eyes curving into crescent moons, unable to hide the joy in them. Her thick cloak swayed with her movements, leaving traces in the snow time after time.

"When you go back to your maternal home in the future, you’ll need to be careful. If it’s winter there, a single jump might get you completely covered in snow."

The boy just chuckled lightly.

Still holding a handmade garland in his hand, girls always love to look pretty, and they are quite fond of these decorative items. It’s unclear whether they are used to wearing gold and silver every day, but these little rich girls all seem to prefer natural adornments.

Standing in front of the wintersweet, the plump golden blooms flutter in the wind and snow, covering the girl’s head in a thin layer; nonetheless, she played with boundless joy. For her, a girl from the Southern Border, snowfall existed only in legends.

The boy stood on the edge of the cliff, looking into the distance. Yu Ying had already led those prospective fellow disciples about to enter the sect away for five days, and he had stayed within Shuangfeng City for three days.

During these three days, he would take the initiative to show Miss Cen around during the day, playing the gracious host, and at night, he would refine the Scarlet Pill that had yet to be digested, transforming all the Spiritual Energy in his body into a liquid form.

He had now succeeded in Foundation Establishment, stepping into the threshold of the Cultivation World.

However, in three days’ time, he planned to bid farewell to Cen Yueyue, also mentioning that he would be leaving Shuangfeng City to head to his sect. As a result...

"Miss Cen, you’ve followed me out for two days already. If you don’t turn back, I’m afraid you’ll end up going to the sect with me."

He sighed.

How could he not understand the mind of the little girl? With his emotional experiences and wisdom, he could easily discern what was on her mind, acting knowingly ignorant all along. Moreover, Jiang Feng also knew that this unnamed favorable impression was not "like."

It was more about "curiosity."

The girl had inquired about his past and his origins more than ten times – that’s how girls with budding feelings are. The more you resist and refuse to cooperate, the more likely she is to persist.

"What’s the harm in going to your sect for fun? Maybe I’ll even get to meet Liu Xianzi."

She gave a defiant tongue-stick, and upon closer inspection, noticed that the girl’s hand held a cute big white rabbit that had somehow appeared. Looking carefully, it was fashioned out of the snow on the ground.

"Not bad craftsmanship, quite lifelike, masterful skill."

"Hehe, impressive, right? I’m self-taught!"

She wore a proud smile, and with a gentle blow, the snow rabbit she’d shaped was scattered, floating and dancing in the air; Jiang Feng just quietly watched from the side.

Perhaps no one would have expected that such a girl with high status from the Southern Border would reveal such a childlike demeanor in private.

"By the way."

The girl suddenly posed a question.

"Seeing how good you are at making garland chains and picking fun places, you must have had a childhood sweetheart before."

A woman’s intuition is always sharp.

Her tone didn’t change, as if it was just an offhand question, but Cen Yueyue couldn’t help feeling a bit of expectation and nervousness. Seeing Jiang Feng standing under the tree with no reaction, she even raised her leg threateningly.

"Spill the beans, or else!"

Thump—

Her petite foot, only slightly larger than a palm, kicked right into the trunk of the tree.

Crash!

Snow cascaded down, drenching the boy like a drowned rat.

A mischievous smile spread across her face, for her, everything was fascinating the further north she traveled, and she could thoroughly investigate any trifle and have plenty of fun with it. But the smile on her face suddenly froze for a moment.

"Mm."

But the frozen smile did not disappear; instead, she probed, "Really? Are you two..."

"Engaged to be married."

Her heart skipped a beat.

The smile on her face transformed into one of concern, brushing off the snow from her head. In an instant, she found that "snow" perhaps wasn’t so fun after all, losing her interest.

But being a girl, she was more attentive; she could sense the confusion and helplessness in the boy’s eyes when he uttered the words "engaged to be married."

It is hard to believe that such complex emotions could be present in a boy even younger than herself.

And so, as usual, the girl found a tree that looked relatively appealing and climbed up, brushing off the snow from the branches and then firmly seating herself on one, making sure this time to tuck her skirt around her legs.

Otherwise, a certain little rascal might see something he shouldn’t.

"When was this engagement arranged?"

"From birth."

Her body shivered, but she remained seated on the branch, not falling off.

"When do you plan to marry?"

The more she pretended not to care, the more she cared, but Jiang Feng just sighed with a helpless expression, showing that taking care of the girl was quite bothersome. He stepped forward, lifting the garland in his hand.