"...What is it?"
"First, close your eyes." Ye Qi smiled mysteriously.
"Mm..." Wen Xiao’ai obediently closed her eyes.
Ye Qi looked at Wen Xiao’ai with her eyes closed, and his smile slowly faded, replaced by sadness and sorrow.
He couldn’t help but raise his hand, reaching towards her face.
Wen Xiao’ai seed to sense sothing.
That instinctive slight frown—its aning, unknown.
But it was precisely this ambiguous frown that stopped Ye Qi’s hand next to her face, no longer daring to get closer, nor daring to touch.
He gazed at Wen Xiao’ai, his eyes filled with pain and reluctance, yet all he could do was swallow his words along with the bitterness, unable to say anything.
Slowly withdrawing his hand, Ye Qi restrained his emotions.
"Alright, you can open your eyes and take a look."
Upon hearing Ye Qi’s words, Wen Xiao’ai imdiately opened her eyes.
Before her was a hairpin, full of spiritual energy, quite beautiful.
Instead of reaching out for it imdiately, Wen Xiao’ai glanced at Ye Qi before hesitantly taking it.
The silvery-white pin body was engraved with intricate and unique patterns, and at the end of the pin was a light purple Ziqiong Flower.
Simple yet elegant, the color coordination was also very refined and tasteful.
However... Brother Ye Qi knew she didn’t like wearing these, so he never gave her such things. Why the sudden gift?
"Brother Ye Qi, this is..." Wen Xiao’ai looked up at him.
"Do you like it?" Ye Qi asked.
Seeing Ye Qi’s expectant eyes, Wen Xiao’ai nodded, "Yes, I like it."
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai say she liked it, Ye Qi smiled.
"This is your coming-of-age gift. In the past, I always gave you food for your birthday, which couldn’t be kept. So, for this coming-of-age gift, I thought of giving you sothing you could keep. Don’t you like Ziqiong Flowers? I made this for you."
"Did Brother Ye Qi make it himself?"
"Yes."
"...Thank you, Brother Ye Qi." For so reason, Wen Xiao’ai always felt happy receiving gifts from Ye Qi, often asking him for food and toys.
But now, looking at this hairpin, she only felt pressure and burden.
Was she overthinking it?
Why did she feel that the ease and naturalness in her interactions with Brother Ye Qi weren’t the sa as before?
"Let put it on for you."
Ye Qi took the hairpin from her hand and walked behind Wen Xiao’ai.
He placed the hairpin in her bun.
Wen Xiao’ai raised her hand to touch it, and symbolically asked, "Does it look good?"
"It looks good. Xiao’ai looks so pretty that anything she wears looks good."
Wen Xiao’ai slightly pursed her lips, her heart a tangled ss like a ball of knotted thread.
"Let’s go, we need to see the Clan Leader."
"...Okay." Wen Xiao’ai nodded slightly, though she was a bit scared.
"Brother Ye Qi, what if the Clan Leader grandmother..."
"Don’t worry, there will always be a solution. When we et the Clan Leader, don’t ntion your sneaking into the Human Realm this ti, we’ll explain everything calmly."
"Alright."
With Ye Qi’s words, Wen Xiao’ai felt much more at ease.
However, things didn’t go as they imagined.
As soon as they returned to the Cat Demon Clan, they were summoned to the great hall.
In a glance, they saw the Clan Leader sitting on the throne with an imposing presence.
The aura of accusation made Wen Xiao’ai feel a bit timid.
"Don’t be afraid."
Ye Qi took Wen Xiao’ai by the wrist, leading her into the hall.
Facing the Clan Leader’s intimidating gaze, Wen Xiao’ai was nervously led by Ye Qi inside.
"Grandmother..."
"Kneel."
As soon as she spoke, the Clan Leader gave a stern command, accompanied by the sound of a staff striking the ground.
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