Was this a confession?
The lingering warmth and fragrance on his brow did not dissipate for a long time, and Yino felt a sense of daze. He stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at his aunt as she stood beneath the peach tree with her hands behind her back, looking shy. He couldn't help but sigh, thinking that the women in this cultivation world were truly difficult to understand.
They had not been born into a peaceful or safe era, after all. This world was a place where the strong preyed on the weak and conflict was constant, so Xinyao's feelings carried many heavy burdens, much like Yuyan's had. With the experience he gained from Yuyan, Yino was no longer listening to her as if she were speaking in riddles. He had a general idea of what Xinyao was talking about, and it almost certainly had to do with the National Advisor and his mother.
