"Ye Xuan, what are you doing here?" The surprise in her voice belonged to none other than Yun Aoxue, whom he hadn't seen in days.
"Ah, Teacher Yun Aoxue. It's been a while. Has Teacher gotten even more beautiful?" Ye Xuan's eyes lit up. He had to admit, wearing this long purple dress, Yun Aoxue instantly looked graceful and elegant, a complete departure from her usual style.
"You... sweet-talker," Yun Aoxue chided, feigning annoyance. When other men complimented her beauty, she usually felt nothing, but being praised by her student, Ye Xuan, brought a strange sense of joy to her heart. 'Perhaps it's because a child's words are without guile,' she thought.
"Chen Xing, move aside!"
"Yes, ma'am!" The usually fearless Chen Xing flinched upon seeing Yun Aoxue and scurried away like a frightened rabbit.
Yun Aoxue plopped down into the seat.
"Ye Xuan, is it all right if I sit here?" She didn't know many people at the banquet, and she was most familiar with Ye Xuan.
