"Hey, have you really started thinking of yourself as a mortal?"
Qingqing, feeling idle, followed behind Chu Xuan for half a day and finally couldn't resist asking.
Chu Xuan, with a fortune-telling banner in hand, walked along the official road, occasionally glancing at the fertile fields on the roadside and the old farmers working in the distance.
"We're not in a hurry. It's a good time to enjoy the scenery of the human world. If you're in a rush, you could fly ahead first."
Qingqing finally stopped being careful and walked quickly up to him, saying: "No."
As the sky grew darker, Chu Xuan asked, "Qingqing, as a young maiden, isn't it inappropriate for you to follow me like this? How should we explain it when we stay at an inn later?"
"How many times do I have to tell you? Don't call me Qingqing!"
Qingqing threatened: "If you keep calling me that, don't blame me for being rude."
