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Jingliu rode on Qiye's neck, watching the white-haired girl in front of her stretch out her hands to her.

Those eyes were filled with tender expectation; at that moment, she simply saw a girl she wanted to hug.

But Jing Liu was, after all, the former Sword Master of Luofu. According to seniority, she was Jing Yuan's master and an elder.

Now, being treated like a child by a younger generation, her remaining dignity as a swordswoman is salvaging his reputation.

She instinctively grabbed Qi Ye's hair and pulled back, her legs clamping around his neck.

She exuded an aura of resistance that said, "Don't come any closer."

She turned her head away from Jingyuan's outstretched hand, using the back of her head to express her refusal.

Qiye felt her hair being pulled painfully.

Then I saw Jing Yuan's hands, which were outstretched in mid-air, stiffened for a moment but did not retract.

Without thinking twice, he simply took the mirror off his neck.

He handed it forward like a potted flower and placed it steadily into Jingyuan's arms.

Before Jingliu could react, he was already wrapped in a pair of warm arms.

Her little hand was still in the position of tugging at Qiye's hair, but Qiye had already retreated behind Jingyuan.

Xing, watching this scene from the side, spoke with a look of disdain:

"That guy who forgets his friends for the sake of a pretty face, there's no friendship between us anymore."

I wanted to hug your master before, but you wouldn't let me no matter what.

Now look what's happened! Miss Yuanjing just asks for it, and you just pick it and give it to her.

While rubbing his scalp, which had been pinched red, Qi Ye casually replied:

"It's different. Miss Jingyuan is the daughter of an old friend, so it's only right that I hug her."

"Don't you know what despicable motives you have for wanting to hug my master?"

Xing looked at him expressionlessly and gave an assessment:

"Forget your friends for the sake of beauty."

Jingyuan was completely oblivious to the bickering between the two partners next to him.

Her entire attention was occupied by the soft little one in her arms.

The little white-haired girl was curled up in her arms.

Not knowing where to put her little hands, she ended up holding them to maintain her balance.

Her delicate little face scrunched up awkwardly; she looked clearly unwilling, but she didn't struggle and obediently let her hold her.

It's so similar, that awkward yet accommodating expression.

When I was practicing swordsmanship, my master would say, "Let's do it one more time."

She was so tired that she couldn't even lift her arms, so her master would frown and pull her up from the ground.

Then he put the sword back in her hand and said, "Rest for an incense stick's time before you come back."

That expression—clearly showing heartache but deliberately masking it with indifference.

She looks exactly like the awkward little girl in front of me.

Jingyuan tightened his arms and pulled Jingliu completely into his embrace.

She lowered her head, buried her face in the mirror's soft white hair, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh of enjoyment.

Then, looking at her slightly awkward little face, the more I looked at her, the cuter she seemed.

She stretched out her index finger and gently poked Jingliu's chubby cheek:

"Little Liu Liu, is there anything you want to buy? I'll buy it for you, anything is fine."

"Food, toys, household items—just ask, and I'll buy them for you."

Jingliu was initially angry because Qiye took her off her neck and gave her away.

Two short legs swayed back and forth in Jing Yuan's arms, his face clearly saying, "I'll settle accounts with that traitor when we get back."

But when she heard the words "you can buy anything," her ears immediately perked up.

She looked up at Jingyuan, the awkwardness in her eyes instantly replaced by the pure expectation of a seven or eight-year-old child:

"Really, anything is possible?"

"Anything is fine."

Jingliu grabbed Jingyuan's collar with her little hand and announced in a childish voice:

"I want to eat something delicious! My disciple just said there are lots of delicious foods on that street, but he hasn't bought any for me yet and you're already here."

I want candied hawthorn berries, bird skewers, and baked flatbread—the kind that uncle sold earlier!

As she spoke, she pointed with her little finger to the food street ahead.

She squirmed and twisted in Jing Yuan's arms, completely unlike her previous resistant demeanor.

Jing Yuan chuckled, amused by her sudden change of expression.

He pulled her closer to his chest and started walking towards the snack street.

"Okay, I'll buy it all for you. Candied hawthorn skewers, bird skewers, baked flatbread, just tell me what else you want to eat."

Qi Ye followed behind, watching the backs of the two figures that looked like a mother and daughter.

The corners of his mouth turned up at a completely uncontrollable speed.

It was sticking up halfway when he forcefully pushed it back down, and then it sticked up again.

He completely lost control of his facial muscles.

He knows the whole truth.

He knew that the white-haired girl who was holding Jingliu and buying her candied hawthorns was Jingyuan, Jingliu's apprentice.

He also knew the one riding in Jing Yuan's arms.

The white-haired little girl pointing at a string of candied hawthorns and saying "I want this, I want this" is none other than Jingyuan's master, Jingliu himself.

The apprentice hugged the master, the master called the apprentice "sister," and the apprentice called the master "Little Liu Liu."

Neither of them recognized the other, and they were still discussing which flavor of candied hawthorn was tastier.

The master and apprentice put on a flawless double act of pretense in front of him.

He was the only one in the room who had a script in his hand.

This feeling is even more joyful than selling an exorbitantly priced light cone.

He turned bright red and swallowed back the wild laughter that was already rising in his throat.

Hold on, you must hold on.

The light cone didn't sell, so it can't be used.

But we must not lose our composure.

Maybe one day I'll get used to it and be able to keep it perfectly under control.

Xing walked beside him, watching his shoulders tremble violently and his face turn bright red, and spoke with another look of disdain:

"A guy who forgets his friends for the sake of a pretty girl, just laughing and laughing, all he does is laugh."

Your master is about to be kidnapped by someone else, and you're still laughing.

Look at her, she's already started calling people "sister".

In a little while, I might be going home with someone.

"And you, as the apprentice, just stood there grinning like an idiot?"

Qi Ye covered her mouth with her hand, swallowing back the laughter that was about to burst out again.

Then he patted Xing on the shoulder and said perfunctorily:

"You don't understand. This is a smile of relief on my face."

As her disciple, I am naturally happy for my master that she can have such a good time with the daughter of an old friend.

"Besides, Miss Yuanjing is treating, so it'll be convenient for us to freeload later. It's a win-win situation."