No longer burdened with heavy thoughts, nor was there the slightest trace of resentment.
Shang Xinlei seemed to have truly reconciled with herself, found a new goal, and had new aspirations, so there was no longer any doubt or confusion in her eyes. She could move forward without hesitation. On reflection, it made sense. After all, she once thought she was doomed. Now, finding a glimmer of hope was akin to being reborn, much like High Monk Gaode, who attained great enlightenment and saw through the worldly illusions.
Yet Yan Qing always felt she was filled with anticipation, as if severing ties with the Thief's House was a good thing for her.
Suddenly, Yan Qing abruptly pushed Shang Xinlei away, avoiding her restless little hands.
Shang Xinlei clicked her tongue, "Anyway, we're going to be the famous female and male thieves of Jiangnan in the future. Can't I just take a look at what you look like? Just one glance, just one glance."
