Xue Xi's eyes were cold as she went downstairs. She saw Ji Silin, who had always been gentle in his pair of golden glasses, standing under a tree.
If she did not know that there was someone there, it would be very easy to miss seeing anything clearly.
She slowly walked over.
When she reached Ji Silin, she sighed. "Brother Silin, why are you here?"
Ji Silin smiled. "You're leaving tomorrow. I'm sending you off."
He pointed at the bench nearby. "Shall we go over and sit for a while?"
"Sure."
Ji Silin turned around, but in the next moment, he felt someone grabbing his wrist. When he turned around, he saw a small flame aimed at him from Xue Xi's palm.
Xue Xi's voice was very cold. "Brother Silin, don't move. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't hurt you."
Ji Silin pursed his lips and looked a little lonely.
That exquisite face was filled with disbelief. "Lass, you want to capture me?"
