Upon entering the Imperial Academy, Feng Xiaoli quickly took a familiar turn inside.
She heard that her brother was detained right next to Sacrificial Officer Guo's room, and wondered how he was eating and sleeping lately.
Feng Xiaoli was pondering with concern when suddenly, her head ached as someone grabbed a tuft of her hair.
"Xiao Li, that's not where you should be going."
Turning around, Feng Xiaoli saw Dongfang Jin.
Ever since he had consolidated the Wenhua Seal, Dongfang Jin had become much more composed, courteous in all his interactions, except when it came to Feng Xiaoli, whom he couldn't resist teasing.
She hadn't seen him for a while, and the little girl seemed more delicately adorable than ever.
She had grown a bit taller, yet still half a head shorter than Dongfang Jin.
Her eyes, like ripe black grapes, were glossy and watery; her chubby, tender face was simply irresistible to pinch.
Feng Xiaoli, puffing up her cheeks in anger, glared.
