Chen Yi chuckled helplessly and said in exasperation, "If you don't have anything else to praise, you can choose not to say anything, Senior Sister."
Ning Xue smiled gently, "What kind of praise does Junior Brother want to hear?"
"Perhaps dashing, handsome, or peerlessly bold, or some other words that are more flattering than 'pillar of the heavens.'"
"I can't say those because it reminds me of you back in Kyoto Prefecture and Sword Edge Mountain."
"...Well, at that time... I was indeed... young."
Ning Xue giggled, "Young" is somewhat euphemistic, "childish" might be more accurate.
Even Chen Yi laughed as he said those words.
He was indeed quite young back then.
However, thinking about it carefully, it's only been sixteen years since his cradle-grabbing ceremony.
Ning Xue seemed to be in tune with his thoughts and suddenly asked, "In a few months, it will be Junior Brother's eighteenth birthday, won't it?"
