Amidst the firelight and smoke, Qin Xin deeply gazed at the man before her.
He hoped she could become Lan Qingxin from now on, for her safety.
He didn't question her motives, didn't doubt her identity, only patiently offered her advice for the future.
This magnanimous composure made her shudder.
In comparison, her doubts about him seemed much more wary.
"Then you won't search for Lan Qingxin anymore?" she asked knowingly.
He calmly responded, "Far away in the sky, right here in front, no need to search."
Neither of them pierced through this fact.
But invisibly exchanged a knowing glance.
Qin Xin's long lashes fluttered, her mouth opened and closed again.
She realized that even if he truly questioned her, she couldn't explain her soul's rebirth, and since he didn't ask, she decided not to explain.
Seeing her acquiesce to his suggestion, the man finally let out a relieved sigh, unable to resist holding her tighter, his chin gently rubbing against her hairline—
