Lin Chen stopped his steps, turned his head to look around, and thought: "What's the matter?"
Qin Mingyue stammered: "Can I still... see you?"
Although Qin Mingyue had lived for a long time, she knew very little about emotions between men and women. She gathered her courage to finish her sentence.
Every tiller has different views on emotions. Some cultivators highly value feelings, while others focus solely on their path, disliking anyone until death.
When Lin Chen heard these words, he looked a bit shocked. Although he knew little about emotions, he could still see Qin Mingyue's feelings for him, but
Lin Chen coldly replied: "No way."
Upon hearing this, Qin Mingyue felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart. The pain made her cry out: "Why?"
Lin Chen said: "You'll understand in the future."
Lin Chen's words disappeared, leaving Qin Mingyue's face pale as paper. She stared at Lin Chen's last gesture as if she were mesmerized.
"Whoosh!"
