Qian Yuelong never expected that this ill-fated encounter would come so quickly.
When she saw Ning Rongrong, who was crying her eyes out and squatting on the steps of the closed shop, she really wanted to turn around and leave.
"stop!"
With her nose red from crying, Ning Rongrong called out in a muffled voice to Qian Yuelong, who was trying to pretend she hadn't seen her. Her eyes, glistening with tears, were fixed on Qian Yuelong. She stood up, her breathy voice choked with sobs, "Why are you still avoiding me?"
"Why, why, does no one want to be my friend?"
She became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, and tears threatened to spill over again. She awkwardly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her wet little hands.
Qian Yuelong, who appeared to be empty-handed but was actually carrying a full load, turned her head and glanced at the sparse pedestrians around her. She didn't see Gu Rong or anyone wearing clothes with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School emblem.
At this moment, dozens of meters away from the two girls, in a secluded corner or on a rooftop, Fang Yi and Yun Yi were awkwardly face-to-face with another group of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School guards protecting Ning Rongrong: "."
They nodded in a haughty manner to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School guards, who were squatting on the eaves next door and were also dressed in all black.
Since everyone's faces were covered, they couldn't see each other's true appearances.
In terms of soul power, what does it matter if they have more Soul Emperors? A difference of an entire realm means they lack a life-saving or fatal soul skill.
They were all protected in secret. As long as there was no conflict between the masters they were protecting, everyone could live in peace.
Seeing that Qian Yuelong was still looking around and refusing to look at her, Ning Rongrong bit her lip, sobbed, squatted down, buried her head in her knees, and stopped humiliating herself.
Is she really that bad?
This is how she treats the clansmen within the sect, and even the girl she finally meets and finds agreeable is treated the same way.
Feeling increasingly aggrieved, Ning Rongrong raised her head, wanting to say something more, but the person who had been standing not far from her had already disappeared.
Ning Rongrong stared blankly at the remaining strangers. A few seconds later, she buried her face in her knees again, and suppressed sobs began to escape.
"Aren't you tired of crying?"
The soft, childlike voice reached her ears, and Ning Rongrong paused, her fair face turning bright red from crying, like a washed red apple, hot and red.
What are you doing here?
She looked up, her teary eyes reflecting Qian Yuelong standing backlit.
"Want some ice cream?"
Qian Yuelong held two paper cups, each the size of an adult's fist, in her left and right hands.
Inside were light green and light purple ice cream scoops, clearly two different flavors.
Ning Rongrong looked at the two paper cups handed to her, and as if she had thought of something, she wiped the tears from her face hard, wiped the tears from her palms onto her sleeve, and said in a muffled voice, "Eat."
"Do you want vanilla or taro flavor?"
Ning Rongrong looked at the two paper cups with a wronged expression, "I don't like either of them, are there any others?"
Qian Yuelong coldly shoved the vanilla flavor into Ning Rongrong's hand, saying, "No, I only bought these two flavors."
"How could you do this?" Ning Rongrong was about to cry again. "My father is the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! Aren't you afraid?!"
Like a cute but fierce little kitten, even though it's meowing from hunger, it still wants to hiss at people.
Qian Yuelong calmly smoothed her skirt, sat down next to Ning Rongrong, and said perfunctorily, "Um, I'm scary."
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened: "You're just giving me the runaround!"
Qian Yuelong reached out as if to take back the vanilla ice cream scoop she had given Ning Rongrong: "If you're not going to eat it, I'll take it. I'll eat two portions by myself, okay?"
"no!"
Ning Rongrong instinctively protected the ice cream scoop she didn't like.
"You've already given it to me, why are you taking it back?"
“Since I bought it, I can of course choose whether to give it away or keep it.” Qian Yuelong calmly withdrew her hand, held the small wooden spoon, and scooped off a corner of the ice cream.
"Mmm, it's so cold. This ice cream is so delicious, you really don't want some?"
"Who says I won't eat! I want to eat!"
Provoked, Ning Rongrong excitedly opened her mouth and, without even using a wooden spoon, took a small bite off the edge of the ice cream scoop.
The icy-sweet taste spread across my taste buds, and the melting sweet milk soothed my dry, almost burning throat.
Ning Rongrong, who had never been a fan of vanilla flavor, smacked her lips in lingering relish.
This doesn't seem so bad after all?
She took another bite.
The two girls squatted silently in front of the shop, quietly scooping ice cream.
The ice cream in the paper cup was empty. Ning Rongrong, who had calmed down, looked down at the empty cup, then at Qian Yuelong sitting next to her. After hesitating for a moment, she took the initiative to ask, "Why did you come back?"
"You look so pitiful crying all by yourself."
Ning Rongrong couldn't help but say, "That's it? Didn't you come back because you were afraid of being retaliated against by our sect if you rejected me?"
Qian Yuelong looked at Ning Rongrong with a complicated expression and corrected her, "First of all, I treated you to an ice cream when I came back not because I was afraid of offending you. Secondly, your concept of making friends is really a bit skewed. There are different kinds of friends in this world."
"Perhaps there are some who will fawn over you and try to befriend you just because you are the daughter of the sect leader. But there are also friends who will reciprocate your sincerity. These friends will not care about your background, wealth or poverty, nor will they distance themselves from you because of your prominent status. They will not treat you like a servant just because they feel superior to you. They will still tease you as they always have."
"The kind of friends I want to make are the second type."
As if a new world had been opened to Ning Rongrong, longing gradually appeared in her eyes.
Sincerity for sincerity.
"Then I will."
Qian Yuelong coldly stated the truth: "Unfortunately, you do not meet my standards for making friends."
—Even though I'll buy you scoops of ice cream, you're still not my friend.
Ning Rongrong stood there, stunned by this realization.
A few seconds later, she came to her senses and stubbornly asked, "Why? What did I do wrong? I ate all the flavors you made me eat that I didn't like!"
886 in the Soul Space: [.]
Why does it feel like a female protagonist who has been tricked into marriage, tearfully approaching a cold and heartless male protagonist, saying, "You've already registered our marriage, why don't you still love me?"
"Not enough."
Qian Yuelong smiled, her pale purple eyes serene.
"You are the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's sect leader, but you are also Ning Rongrong. Right now, I only want to be friends with Ning Rongrong. When you learn to treat others as equals and stop using commanding and entitled tones towards me or others, you will understand my principles for making friends."
After saying that, she stood up, flicked her fingertips at the dusty hem of her skirt, and waved to Ning Rongrong without turning her head.
"See you next time if fate allows, you little crybaby~"
Ning Rongrong, sitting in front of the shop, stared blankly at Qian Yuelong's elegant departing figure, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
—A side note—
Next chapter will feature the time-jumping technique.
Gathering orphans doesn't require Yuelong to keep a constant eye on things; that's what her subordinates are for. Right now, the most important thing is, of course, cultivation.
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