After walking forward for thirty li, there indeed was a natural hot spring atop the mountain.
Ling Hua was so moved she almost cried, grabbing Yan Qing's arm with eyes brimming with warmth, "Brother, I like you so much."
Yan Qing disdainfully pried her hand away, "You only say you like me when you need me."
"That's not true, even when I don't need you, I still like you," Ling Hua earnestly said as she looked at him. "Have you forgotten? The moment I saw you, I fell for you."
Yan Qing rudely gestured to his own face, "Didn't you just like my face then?"
Ling Hua awkwardly avoided his gaze and faltered for a moment before saying softly, "To like your face is also to like you."
For a moment, Yan Qing actually felt her reasoning was quite sensible. What she said wasn't wrong; his face was part of him, and no one else had this face for her to like.
At least, she hadn't yet seen the face of Biyun Mountain's Young Master Ning Ye, whom Liuli used to talk about daily.
