On the contrary, she always put others before herself.
"Yurong, you really... *sigh*."
The cold wind whipped around them, sharp enough to pierce even a cultivator's body. Lin Xiao felt a pang of sympathy. Without allowing her to refuse, he took off his chief disciple's brocade robe and firmly draped it over her.
The robe barely closed over Guo Yourong's proud, full chest.
"Umm… you… you should fasten it yourself."
Lin Xiao gave an embarrassed smile and prepared to withdraw his hand.
He murmured nostalgically, Ah, my Yurong has grown up. When she was little and wore my clothes, they were certainly never too small for her.
"Of course."
But Guo Yourong didn't let go of Lin Xiao's hand, instead guiding it back to rest on her chest. A hint of sadness touched her beautiful, mature features. "Actually, Yurong grew up long ago," she said, her voice soft. "It's just... Eldest Senior Brother has never been willing to truly see me as I am now."
"Ah."
