Just as Ying Zishan was about to say something, she heard Mo Qingluo continue slowly.
"I said I was worried about you, do you believe me?"
"Of course I don't believe it!" Ying Zishan retorted subconsciously. When she turned around, she saw Mo Qingluo's half-smiling eyes.
Su Luo took a step forward, a bright light flashed slightly in his slender eyes, full of danger.
"Sister Zishan is already miserable enough, why don't Miss Mo make it worse?"
However, Mo Qingluo didn't seem to notice that there was Su Luo next to him. He just looked at Ying Zishan intently and stopped talking.
Only then did Ying Zishan realize what Mo Qingluo meant, and looked in the direction of Jiuhuang Academy with some difficulty. She saw the worries that could not be concealed in the eyes of the girls who followed her.
Even Wei Linglan's eyes were still cold, but she unexpectedly felt a hint of warmth in them.
"I..." Ying Zishan's heart was slightly shaken and she wanted to say something, but she still didn't know how.
It turns out that there are really people who care about her.
"Sister Zishan, come back quickly!" A girl behind Wei Linglan couldn't help shouting, with an obvious gentleness in her tone.
Ying Zishan subconsciously looked in the direction of Wei Linglan, and when she met Wei Linglan's cold gaze, Wei Linglan turned her head away slightly, but she knew that Wei Linglan's meaning was simply acquiescence.
Only then did he truly understand what Mo Qingluo wanted to say just now.
He relaxed his clenched fists again, this time, but really let them go. He slowly turned around and looked at Mo Qingluo beside him. His hoarse voice was extremely soft, but compared to
Every word you say before must be taken seriously.
"This time, thank you."
Mo Qingluo didn't speak. Just when Ying Zishan thought she wouldn't speak, the gilded thorn turned into a golden seed again in front of Mo Qingluo, and slowly flew to her eyes.
"This..." Ying Zishan's hoarse voice almost failed to come out, and she looked at Mo Qingluo blankly, not knowing how to react.
The gilded thorn has stayed in her hand obediently, and the light is as dazzling as before. Ying Zishan tightens her grip little by little, trying to turn her head to hide the moisture in her left eye, but she is still stubborn.
Looking at Mo Qingluo, expecting to get an answer.
"This book is yours." Mo Qingluo's words were still calm, and the elegant voice still had the usual coldness. After finishing speaking, he returned to the location of Tubei Academy without looking at her again.
Wei Linglan watched this scene quietly, her eyes following Mo Qingluo's figure, and the corners of her lips curved slightly.
Mo Qingluo, this time, I, Wei Linglan, owe you a favor.
Ying Zishan's hand holding the seed trembled slightly, and she turned to look at Jiuhuang Academy.
The girls from Jiuhuang Academy did not speak, but directly told her their answers with their eyes. Wei Linglan even glanced at her coldly, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you come back quickly."
Ying Zishan was stunned and looked at Wei Linglan intently, as if she didn't believe that these words came from her mouth.
The girls behind Wei Linglan couldn't wait to speak, "Sister Zishan, why are you still standing there? Sister Linglan has already spoken, so come back quickly!"
Only then did she realize that everything she was experiencing now was really not a dream. Ying Zishan gritted her teeth, finally raised a smile, and walked step by step in the direction of Jiuhuang Academy.