Yu Wen Tianqing replied instinctively, "You could come to my Xijin and be..."
Ji Qingwu's eyes suddenly lit up, and she ran to him.
Yu Wen Tianqing's gray-blue eyes widened. A smile touched his lips as he reached out his left hand to catch her.
But Ji Qingwu, like a pale green cloud, drifted right past him toward the person behind him.
Yu Wen Tianqing turned around, only to see Ji Qingwu leap into a man's embrace.
The man spread his arms and caught her, but whether it was because she rushed at him too quickly or for some other reason, his left foot was unsteady, and he had to take a step back to find his footing.
A short distance away, Mo Ju stomped its hooves and snorted, a clear sign it had been ridden hard on the journey back.
Ji Qingwu rose onto her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, refusing to let go. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of agarwood mixed with the smell of earth.
