But Jiang Lan spoke. "Don't move."
Ling Zhuyun's head swam. She froze, her delicate hands instinctively clutching the sleeves of her dress in a tense grip.
"I'm not some kind of monster. Is there any need to be so afraid?" Jiang Lan asked with a soft chuckle, caressing her cheek through the veil.
Ling Zhuyun didn't answer. A mist seemed to form in her eyes, and a deep blush spread from her ears to her neck.
Seeing this, Jiang Lan pulled off her veil and held it in his hand. "Don't wear these things when you see me from now on."
"I like the way you look now. Veils are for other people to see..."
Ling Zhuyun gently bit her lip and nodded instinctively.
"You didn't come all this way today just for this, did you?"
"No."
"I have to return to the Jasper Pool Sect with my Sect, so I came to say goodbye." As Ling Zhuyun spoke, her eyes were fixed on him, as if trying to discern his true feelings.
