Scarlet, Xiao Lan, and the Phoenix Ring

Qin Yi touched the red mark on her forehead which was a phoenix with its wings spread out. It was exactly the same as the one on Feng Qingge's forehead, just a different color.

Qin Yi pondered, "You're talking about Xiao Lan?"

Feng Qingge went blank for a moment before laughing, "Aiya, Beauty, you're more talented than I am. Previously, Scarlet even disliked my name. I should let it hear it now."

Feng Qingge had just finished speaking when she thought of something, her eyes dimming.

Qin Yi furrowed her brows, "What's wrong?"

Feng Qingge raised her brows, then sat on the ground. She casually lifted her black hair and beckoned Qin Yi, "Beauty, take a seat. I'll tell you slowly."

Qin Yi didn't hesitate and sat down directly. In the green grassland, the air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the sun was shining, making one feel at ease in an instant.

Feng Qingge slowly told Qin Yi her story.