Zhao Rong first turned his head to look at Qian'er, who was strangely blushing. She caught his meaning and glanced at her Luo Xiu, making sure no unruly spring light was exposed, then gently nodded.
Only then did Zhao Rong feel at ease to look back.
In his eyes, he could only see the Luo Xiu now, dressed in a red garment with a high ponytail, standing pretty on the spot, spirited and vibrant as if she were a different person.
Without her white attire, she lacked a bit of the ethereal aura of an Immortal, but instead, there was something simpler, more forthright about her... a Heroic Spirit?
Indeed, she was like the 'beauty from the north, her brows and eyes outshining the stars and moon'.
At this moment, the Red-clothed Luo Xiu looked towards Zhao Rong.
He understood her intention, smiled slightly, and casually made a fist salute, nodding his head.
The Red-clothed Luo Xiu swung her ponytail, sprightly leaped onto the open windowsill, and with one jump, disappeared from sight.
