Hehe!
After the laughter, Xiao Lin bent down and a strand of wind floated past his head. Xia Xue once again saw those familiar dark eyes: "Get down!" As soon as he finished, a silver flash passed by, accompanied by several metallic clinks as the Silver Needle fell to the ground. An invisible wind rolled the needle to the side.
"Is it you?" Xia Xue still looked at Xiao Lin with suspicion, unsure if the person standing in front of her was truly the one she knew.
"Shh, don't speak." Again, it was this phrase; Xia Xue felt she was about to go mad, unable to discern anything.
Xiao Lin returned to the original spot, eyes closed, standing with the same posture. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, the air clotted together without the slightest ripple. He stood there breathing quietly, as if waiting, or perhaps sleeping. Xia Xue crouched nearby, not daring to approach him.
