"It was not until the girl turned to leave that Qi Ling hurriedly followed," he asked from behind her, "My name is Qi Ling, what's your name?"
"Name?"
The girl suddenly stopped in her tracks, slowly furrowing her brow.
It seemed she did not have a name.
The girl had been silent all this time, and Qi Ling just quietly waited for her to respond.
As time passed, he could smell the refined scent of the girl, reminiscent of pine and bamboo.
It was a familiar scent too.
The deep night on Kunlun Mountain, filled with the sounds of insects and birds, disturbed his mind.
"I am Jianxin, you may call me Jianxin," she said at last.
Having finally received the girl's response, Qi Ling murmured, "Jianxin? What a beautiful name."
"Thank you," Jianxin said politely.
She headed deeper into Kunlun Mountain, but after a while, noticed that Qi Ling was following her at a not too distant pace.
"Why are you following me?" she asked.
