A gentle breeze rustled the dark hair on Pei Yuhang's forehead, a few strands swaying softly over his striking brow.
As he turned his head slightly, sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled light across his chiseled profile. Squatting beside him, Lu Ruoxi found herself unconsciously holding her breath.
"What's wrong, Senior Sister?"
Pei Yuhang suddenly turned his head, his clear eyes catching her gaze before she could look away.
"Oh, it's nothing…"
Lu Ruoxi hurriedly covered half her face with her sleeve, but she couldn't hide the blush that spread from the tips of her ears down her neck.
'Drat it, how can this new Junior Brother be so good-looking! He's unsettling my Dao Heart. What a heinous crime!'
She pretended to choke on the mountain wind, coughing until the corners of her eyes shimmered with tears.
"Ahem… Are you done resting? Let's continue practicing our swordsmanship! The path of cultivation is long; we must forge ahead and not slack off!"
