Sunlight shone on Gu An's body, making You Yingying feel as if he were draped in a layer of rosy clouds, radiating a ten thousand-foot brilliance.
She really believed that Gu An spoke the truth.
Gu An's gaze fell on her, raising his eyebrows, he asked, "What? Overwhelmed by my aura of righteousness?"
You Yingying came back to her senses, glaring, she said, "Anyone can talk big. If your sword is so powerful, why would you still be hiding here?"
"Heh heh, what do you know! Hurry up and scram, don't disturb my recovery!"
Gu An chuckled, then sheathed his sword smoothly, thinking himself rather cool, but unfortunately, You Yingying was oblivious.
With a huff, You Yingying turned and left.
At the turn of her head, a smile appeared on her face.
Talking with this silly boy proved to be effective; she felt much better.
At the same time, Shen Xinzi under the tree opened his eyes, his gaze deep. His hand, clutching prayer beads, moved faster, clearly nervous.