"You..."
The emotions Murong Qingqing had finally managed to suppress seemed suddenly ready to explode, feeling as if she were melting from the fierce and domineering surge of emotions and her own emotional turmoil. It felt as though she was exposed under the other's unreserved gaze, completely flushed, letting the domineering eyes wander freely, like a majestic knight inspecting the territory he conquered, admiring every beautiful scenery within.
The passion of emotions, like dry wood and Earth Fire, grew wildly, passionately unleashed.
This moment of indulgence in thought.
It seemed long, yet also seemed short.
Within this finite and infinite thought time, it was as if they both learned a bit of each other's deeply hidden secrets and intentions.
Jiang Dali realized that Murong Qingqing had already investigated and discovered that he was the former Green-clothed Guest. He felt no anger due to her secret investigation, rather a slight, long-hidden sense of apology.
