The Spoiled Heiress Who Wasn't Spoiled

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Xiyao ran away without looking back. In the distance, a group of women in white were approaching her direction.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master, where are you?"

"Young Master, come out!"

"……"

The women in white searched around and called out loudly. Hearing their voices, Xiyao looked around for a place to hide.

A grassy artificial hill became her chosen hiding spot. As she cleared the grass to climb inside, a pair of lake-blue eyes suddenly looked at her.

These were incredibly beautiful eyes, clear and bright, like shining gemstones. The owner of these enchanting eyes was none other than the youngest son of the Ghost King Sect’s leader, Nangong Xuan.

Nangong Xuan's gaze towards Xiyao revealed a hint of confusion, curiosity, and also caution. Xiyao made a "shh" gesture, signaling Nangong Xuan to stay silent.

She climbed into the artificial hill and looked outside through the gaps in the grass. Nangong Xuan’s eyes followed her from the moment she appeared in his sight.

The women in white searching for Nangong Xuan passed by the artificial hill and gradually moved away.

Xiyao mistakenly thought that Nangong Xuan was in the same situation as herself, so she spoke to reassure him.

“Don’t be afraid! They’ve gone far away.”

Xiyao's charming smile deeply captivated Nangong Xuan’s gaze. While Nangong Xuan stared at Xiyao, Xiyao also observed Nangong Xuan.

“Your eyes are so special! They look like the stars in the sky.”

Xiyao complimented Nangong Xuan’s eyes. Nangong Xuan avoided eye contact, and his cheeks turned slightly red. Xiyao then looked at Nangong Xuan’s white hair and said, “Your hair is also very unique.”

Nangong Xuan touched his hair with his hand but did not respond. Xiyao looked outside again.

“They’ve gone far. Let’s escape!”

Just as Nangong Xuan was about to speak, Xiyao grabbed his hand and climbed out of the artificial hill.

“Which way should we go?” Xiyao looked around and was unsure where to go. Nangong Xuan pointed in one direction but did not speak.

“Do you know the way out?” Xiyao asked. Nangong Xuan nodded slightly.

“That’s great! In that case, we can escape this ghostly place!” Xiyao pulled Nangong Xuan and ran in the direction he pointed. Nangong Xuan’s gaze followed Xiyao, remaining silent.

For nine years, this was the first time Nangong Xuan had close contact with a stranger. The feeling was subtle, special, and even unforgettable.

“My little Xuan Xuan, you were hard to find!”

The voice of Nankuo Meng came from a distance, and Xiyao looked around in panic.

A gust of wind blew, and Nankuo Meng appeared in front of Xiyao and Nangong Xuan holding a bowl of medicine. Xiyao, in her panic, forgot to escape. Nankuo Meng said to Nangong Xuan, “Come! Drink this bowl of medicine.”

Nangong Xuan showed a resistant expression, clearly unwilling to drink the medicine. Nankuo Meng changed his serious face to a playful one and said, “Be good! Drink the medicine quickly!”