The candlelight seemed to have become softer, the atmosphere in the room just right.
"Ranran, this hand needs wiping too." He instinctively extended his blood-stained hand, smiling with eyes that curved into crescents.
Wen Ran, with unwavering devotion, started wiping his hand, thinking of herself as the young lady in the Ascension Immortal Mansion, adored by elders and deferred to by fellow apprentices. In the past, if anyone dared to ask her to serve them, she'd slap them without a second thought.
But now, she had indeed acquired the mannerisms of an old caretaker, constantly worrying about him day in and day out.
Wen Ran reminded him again, "From now on, don't stain yourself like this anymore."
He asked, "Will Ranran like someone else then?"
"When did I ever say I liked someone else?"
"That little shorty from Hidden Abyss Valley."
