Translator: Aran

  Ye Qingyu never imagined he would encounter Song Xiaojun here.

  He was about to go over and say hello, when Song Xiaojun perceivably nodded her head. Without halting at all, she brushed past the shoulder of Ye Qingyu, as if she did not recognize him at all.

  Ye Qingyu was taken aback, then faintly realized.

  He did not follow behind her but instead continued on towards the direction of the White Horse tower.

  But after walking several steps, ..