After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

Looking into Lin Fengmian's clear and determined eyes, she felt her heart beat faster.

Chu Qingyi, standing to the side, was stunned by Lin Fengmian's words.

hypocrite……

She murmured the word, and the image of that gentle and refined figure—Ye Fan—involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Isn't Ye Fan a hypocrite too?

On the surface, they are gentle and polite, always greeting everyone with a smile, but what are they really like behind the scenes?

Secretly, he indulged in excessive sexual activity, depleting his yang energy, and searched everywhere for a suitable vessel for his sexual cultivation...

And she actually broke off her engagement with Lin Fengmian for such a hypocrite.

They even said hurtful things...

Thinking of this, Chu Qingyi felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She raised her head and looked at Lin Fengmian.

The figure in the green robe was standing in the moonlight, smiling as he spoke with Xiao Xiyue and Liu Shiyin.

He was still so dazzling, so confident, so... captivating.

But his attitude towards her was no longer as gentle as it used to be.

cold.

alienation.

They were as polite as if they were talking to a stranger.

Chu Qingyi bit her lip, her eyes slightly reddening.

She regretted it so much.

If only the engagement hadn't been broken off, if only those words hadn't been said...

Is the person standing next to him now himself?

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. It felt like a thousand insects were gnawing at her heart, and the pain almost brought tears to her eyes.

But she dared not cry.

What right does she have to cry?

She was the one who gave up first.

She was the one who rejected him first...

Chu Qingyi lowered her eyes, her hands tightly gripping her sleeves, her nails digging into her palms, but she was completely unaware.

Just as she was grieving alone, Lin Fengmian suddenly turned around and walked to a small stall next to her.

It was a small stall selling wreaths.

The stall owner was an elderly man with white hair. When he saw Lin Fengmian coming, he quickly put on a smiling face.

Lin Fengmian casually picked up three wreaths.

The wreath was woven from sacred flowers, its colors vibrant and radiant, glowing faintly in the moonlight.

He carried three wreaths, walked back to the three women, and said with a smile:

"Come, three senior sisters, let your junior brother put them on for you."

Liu Shiyin was the first to react, her eyes lit up, and she quickly stepped forward:

"Junior Brother Lin, you put it on for me first!"

Lin Fengmian smiled and nodded, picked up a wreath, and gently placed it on Liu Shiyin's head.

The wreath, mainly composed of pale pink spirit flowers, made Liu Shiyin's already beautiful face even more charming and captivating.

Liu Shiyin touched the floral wreath on her head, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile:

"Junior Brother Lin, is it good-looking?"

"Beautiful." Lin Fengmian exclaimed sincerely, "Senior Sister is already beautiful, and wearing this wreath only makes her more beautiful."

Liu Shiyin was overjoyed by his praise, and she couldn't stop smiling.

Lin Fengmian picked up the second wreath and turned to look at Xiao Xiyue.

When Xiao Xiyue saw him walking towards her, her heart tightened for no reason, and her heartbeat quickened.

She instinctively wanted to back away, but couldn't bear to.

Lin Fengmian walked up to her and gently placed the wreath on her head.

The wreath was mainly made of moon-white spiritual flowers, which complemented Xiao Xiyue's moon-white long dress perfectly.

After putting it on, Xiao Xiyue exuded an even more aloof and otherworldly aura, like a fairy from the moon palace, untouched by the mortal world.

"Thank you, junior brother..."

Xiao Xiyue lowered her head, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

She dared not look up, afraid that Lin Fengmian would see the tenderness in her eyes.

His eyes were practically bulging with tears.

She was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself.

Lin Fengmian smiled but didn't say anything more.

He turned around and looked at the last person.

Chu Qingyi stood there alone, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, looking very flustered.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Lin Fengmian, but her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

Would he put it on himself?

Will he... ignore me?

Chu Qingyi was filled with mixed feelings of anticipation and fear.

Lin Fengmian couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at her embarrassed expression.

Is this little girl feeling embarrassed now?

Where has that aloofness gone?

What about the decisiveness with which they broke off the engagement?

Lin Fengmian shook his head, finding it amusing.

He picked up the last wreath.

This is the largest and most exquisite of the three wreaths.

Woven from seven-colored spiritual flowers, each flower exudes a spiritual aura and radiates a soft glow under the moonlight.

He walked slowly toward Chu Qingyi.

Chu Qingyi's heart skipped a beat when she heard footsteps.

She looked up and met Lin Fengmian's smiling eyes.

There was a hint of mockery, a hint of teasing, and a hint of something else... that she couldn't quite make out.

Lin Fengmian walked up to her, deliberately drawing out his words, his tone full of amusement:

"Oh dear, look at my memory! How could I forget our Holy Maiden?"

He tilted his head, looking her up and down, his smile growing increasingly unrestrained.

"Before, we were the closest of friends, knowing each other inside and out..."

Knowing them inside and out.

These four words struck Chu Qingyi like a thunderclap.

Her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and her pretty face flushed bright red.

Of course she knew what Lin Fengmian meant.

Knowing the inside and out...

That lecherous scoundrel!

Chu Qingyi was both ashamed and angry. She wanted to retort, but found her voice trembling.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Lin Fengmian chuckled mischievously and stopped teasing her.

He stepped forward and gently placed the colorful wreath on Chu Qingyi's head.

The moment the wreath fell—

Chu Qingyi was completely stunned.

She felt the spirit flower gently touching her hair, carrying a faint fragrance.

She subconsciously looked up at Lin Fengmian.

Under the moonlight, that handsome face was right in front of me.

He was looking at me, his eyes filled with admiration, and a hint of...tenderness?

Chu Qingyi's heart skipped a beat.

Lin Fengmian was also stunned at this moment.

He has seen countless beauties.

In his past life, he was a male model and had seen countless beautiful women.

In this life, he is surrounded by beauties such as Nangong Li, Chu Qingyi, and Xiao Xiyue.

But at this moment—

Looking at Chu Qingyi wearing the wreath, he couldn't help but stare at her.

So beautiful.

Chu Qingyi was already extremely beautiful.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes and brows carried an innate aloofness and pride.

Normally, she is like a flower on a high mountain, only to be admired from afar and not to be touched.

But at this moment—

The seven-colored spirit flower on her head contrasted sharply with her white dress.

The vibrant flowers accentuated her cool and aloof demeanor, the two complementing each other perfectly.

She stood there, bathed in moonlight, looking like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.

Do not--

She is even more beautiful than the fairies in the paintings.

The aloof fairy, who usually seemed untouched by worldly affairs, now blended with the vibrant spiritual flowers, exuding an indescribable charm and liveliness.