The rain was falling from the sky, and Liu Qingluo walked through the water with an umbrella, a faint layer of watery light covering her eyes. She couldn't help but look up at the sky, where the heavy clouds were clearly dark, yet gave off an untainted feeling—almost... a sanctified darkness.
Dark yet sacred, just like Ms. Yun—that was what Liu Qingluo inexplicably thought.
And then she wondered why she was afraid before.
Being liked by the Young Master, shouldn't it be a good thing?
If she didn't want the Young Master to notice her, then why did she give him a jug of Daughter Red Wine to taste?
"I wanted to be praised..." Liu Qingluo sighed softly, suddenly pausing in her steps. She lowered her head, her fingers covering her lower abdomen.
That feeling... had returned.
This automatic cultivation talent... she still needed some time to adjust to it.
"Gu, what are you..."
