My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

ystic cultivator!” Qiao Hu finally regained his senses and burst out exuberantly after he followed behind Qiao Mu for some distance.

It still felt like a dream.

He truly never expected himself to also rise into the ranks of mystic cultivators one day!

Year after year of disappointment had caused him to be afraid of trying again…

As one could see, failure was not scary.
The scariest thing was being unable to handle failure after failure due to cowardice.

Qiao Mu suddenly turned back with her hands behind her back.

Qiao Hu managed to catch a faint smile from his sister’s eternally frosty face.

His sister’s eyes were really pretty.

When her eyes arched from her smile, it was as though the starry night was sparkling in front of him.
Flowers blossomed everywhere and a spring breeze brushed across his face, filling him with an unfathomable warmth.

It wasn’t that stoic face anymore! It wasn’t devoid of emotion anymore!

‘My sister is the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life!’

“Brother! You’re the best!” Qiao Mu’s little fist reached out and gently smacked against Qiao Hu’s shoulders before she pointed toward Pear Blossom Alley.
“Let’s go home.”

Qiao Hu forcefully nodded.
“Let’s go home, Younger Sis.”

Brother and sister bounded toward Pear Blossom Alley hand in hand, forgetting about Qiao Cong and his constipated expression without a second glance.

The little girl actually smiled at the dunderhead fool…

The folding fan in Duan Yue’s hand uncontrollably clattered onto the ground again as the girl’s blooming smile engraved itself inside Duan Yue’s mind.

‘It turns out you can smile so gently, gorgeously, and full of life too.’

‘However, you are used to encasing yourself in layer after layer of icy thorns.
You don’t allow anyone to approach, but you also don’t allow yourself to leave.’

‘As soon as someone approaches, they might be drenched in blood from thorns stabbing into them…’

‘Which you is the true you?’

Duan Yue could not help but feel melancholic.