"That's true, but... I'm sorry..." Jiang Xinli didn't know how to explain it to him any better.
She glanced at Xue Qianxun's hand still hovering in mid-air and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Prince Qianxun. If you're not ready for the Spiritual Soothing, I'll be heading back."
After speaking politely, she turned to leave.
"No... I'm ready." Xue Qianxun secretly clenched his fist, lowered the hand holding the Full Moon Sand, and extended his other hand.
Jiang Xinli's steps faltered, and she turned back around.
She took a breath, lifted her small hand, and gently placed it on his broad palm.
The moment she slowly closed her eyes, the Dodder Flower at her fingertips shot out rapidly.
Xue Qianxun gazed at the girl's delicate face, so close to his own. A flicker of hesitation and conflict passed through the clear depths of his eyes, which were like gold and sapphire.
