Shen Yinning tilted her head, looking toward him at the sound.
A few loose strands of hair swept across her delicate, porcelain-like face. Though Lu Ying hadn't approached, he knew for certain that her autumn-like eyes, as limpid as rippling water, must be reflecting him. She had a way of looking at people—intently and profoundly.
"Lu Ying-ge, why are you keeping so far away from me?"
Shen Yinning sat up on the bed. One slender leg crossed beneath her, while her fingers casually tousled her voluminous, slightly wavy hair.
Her vermilion lips curved in a smile, her voice as tender and warm as a gentle stream: "Lu Ying-ge, I'm not going to eat you."
Enchantress.
The word flashed through Lu Ying's mind.
Sending her to a convent—it truly was the wisest decision he had ever made in his life.
He still kept a distance from her, calmly saying, "The Plum Blossom Temple is serene and elegant, a perfect place for you to cultivate yourself."
