Ye Qiu moved swiftly, her steps slightly hurried, as she rushed towards the Mystic Spirit Pavilion.
Her feelings were as tangled as a messy skein of yarn, her eyes full of complex emotions.
She had deep expectations for Xu Wendong's abilities, as if seeing him as the only light of hope in the Ye Family's plight.
Yet there was also a heavy anxiety stemming from the family crisis, an apprehension towards an unknown fate.
Of course, there was also an unspeakable sense of awe, which had quietly taken root in her heart after witnessing Xu Wendong's extraordinary abilities firsthand.
After all, yesterday Xu Wendong had kindly warned her, yet she had been ignorant and even misunderstood him as a rogue with ill intentions.
If it were just a misunderstanding, perhaps it would be barely bearable.
But the problem is… she impulsively slapped Xu Wendong on the cheek in the mall.
The crisp sound still seemed to echo in her ears, filling her with regret.
