Ye Qingying found it somewhat amusing.
Girls who encountered him always just felt frightened and avoided him; who would ever like him?
Yet, fighting over him?
His mood became inexplicably complicated.
"You're just a little girl, what do you know about fighting over someone?"
When her face was unblemished, it looked quite young, sixteen or seventeen, seeming only fifteen or sixteen years old.
Now, with the essence drawn from her face, she appeared even younger.
She looked just like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old.
When Ye Qingying walked with her in public, his tall frame and masked face led most to assume they were father and daughter.
He only ever saw her as a little girl.
A maiden?
No, just a child.
"What time is it now? How long have I slept?"
"It's noon, you've slept for two days and two nights."
"Two days and two nights!" Ye Qingying was stunned, his body tensing up.
In two days and two nights, Yu Linglong would have nearly reached the border of Beiming.