As footsteps outside the martial arts hall drew closer, Ye Fan was staring intently at the faint flush on Lin Zhaoyue's earlobe. The last lingering moonlight of his past life suddenly surged in his memory—the silver bell on the sword tassel of the junior sister he had protected back then had been bathed in moonlight just like this, before her sword was shattered by enemies before the battle array.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he nudged the osmanthus pastry in the oil-paper wrapper toward Lin Zhaoyue's hand. "You always say I don't eat enough. Today's pastry is overly sweet; Zhaoyue, taste it for me?"
Lin Zhaoyue's fingertips brushed the warmth of the oil-paper wrapper, and the redness on her earlobe spread all the way to her neck. She turned her head slightly to take it, the ends of her hair brushing against the back of Ye Fan's hand like a dew-kissed bamboo leaf. "Elder Chén's good intentions—naturally, you should accept them all."
Chapter 168