Unless her master came down from the mountain and brought her back some trinkets she was interested in, like jade hairpins, earrings, and the like.
"Saintess Zhu Yun, why must you be so hard on yourself? We've only really known each other for a day or two."
"You're so concerned with my feelings. Could it be that you've taken a liking to me?" Jiang Lan asked.
Ling Zhuyun was stunned for a moment. Then, after seeming to give it some serious thought, she shook her head and said, "I don't think so. Your charm isn't that great, Young Master Jiang."
"So you're just flustered and eager to explain because your conscience is bothering you and you feel guilty toward me. But I'm not the least bit interested in your explanation," Jiang Lan said coolly.
Ling Zhuyun was at a loss for words. Thinking it over, it seemed to make sense, but something still felt off.
'If it were just a guilty conscience, I wouldn't have been so flustered when I saw him storm off just now...'
"Follow me."
