A Gentle Kiss

"Are you not coming with me?" asked Ling Chuxi. She could hear from Huangfu Qingjue's words that he was clearly bidding farewell and she felt a faint distress in her heart all of a sudden. She had to force herself to calm down in order to ask this simple question.

"I am still unable to be with you now. It would only bring you too much trouble," said Huangfu Qingjue with a reluctance to part clearly seen in his eyes.

"Is it because of your identity?" Ling Chuxi warranted a guess. She was naturally referring to his identity as a descendant of the prestigious Huangfu family.

His assumed identity as Deity Temple's Divine Messenger was perhaps noble and greatly respected in the eyes of many people but compared to his identity as a descendent of the Huangfu family, it wasn't counted for much. Ling Chuxi even remembered Huangfu Qingjue's disdain for his Divine Messenger identity when he had casually talked about it back then.