After Su Mingxuan left, Su Qinglan still stood there, staring at the seashell in her palm. The soft white shell gleamed faintly in the sunlight, smooth and perfect. Her lips curved into a small smile, her eyes warm.
Hu Yan's golden gaze lingered on her, his eyes flickering with thought. A shell… she is happy just because of this. If she wants something, why not ask him? He can also give it to her. His broad hands curled at his side. Why bother the tribe leader? When he was here.
On the other side, Rong Ye leaned lazily against a tree, his six tails swaying idly. His violet eyes narrowed at the sight of Su Qinglan cradling the shell like a treasure.
Tsk. This female is too easy to win. First, she was grinning like a fool at a piece of clothing she made, and now she's glowing over this broken thing? A shell? Really?
Hah. One day, many beastmen will trick her with useless things, and she'll smile just the same. Hmph. I'll have to keep an eye on her so she doesn't get fooled.
