Xia Wanyuan looked up at Yu Qian in confusion.
Looking at Yu Qian's expression, she did not feel surprised at all. It was more of shock.
"Let's go." Yu Qian's gaze landed on Xia Wanyuan's bag and he reached out to help her carry it.
"Aren't you surprised?" Xia Wanyuan pulled the strap of her bag and did not leave. "Aren't you worried that I'm a demon?"
"A wisp of soul." Yu Qian's expression was calm. "Besides, so what if you're a demon? I've never been afraid of anything."
Xia Wanyuan held her bag and looked straight into Yu Qian's eyes. "Can a wisp of soul dissipate at any time?"
Yu Qian's eyes flickered. His eyes had always been deep and cold, like cold jade that had been tempered with ice. They were always filled with coldness.
However, at this moment, the warm light of the setting sun dyed the entire sky red. A ray of light fell into Yu Qian's eyes. His back was facing the setting sun, and his eyes were blurry.
