The young woman turned her head to watch Ji Wuming's departing figure, a trace of doubt flashing in her eyes.
"He's gone. If you keep looking, your eyes will become entranced." At this moment, Zhao Yunluo tugged at the young woman's sleeve, teasing her, assuming she was pining over him,
"We should go pay our respects to the old madam."
With that, she pulled the young woman towards the backyard.
A hint of impatience flashed in the young woman's eyes. As she was being pulled away by Zhao Yunluo, a colorful butterfly flew out from her sleeve, fluttering over the eaves in the direction Ji Wuming had gone.
At the same time, she playfully called out, "Sister, slow down," and glanced back at Ji Wuming's figure, her eyes glinting with mischief and coldness.
She hoped she was mistaken.
Young Hero Ji, could it be that you've discovered something?
The witch coldly snorted in her heart.
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