"What are you talking about? Aren't those two titles the same!"
Qian Renxue said angrily without looking back. In her opinion, Wang Zhong was clearly up to no good again.
"It's not the same."
"Senior sister, it's the 'Xue' from Wuhun Hall Academy. Sister Xue, it's Qian Renxue's 'Xue'! The difference is huge."
Wang Zhong stared at Qian Renxue's retreating back as she held his hand, his small face serious and earnest.
Her steps halted. Qian Renxue's sharp mind sensed something.
She turned around and looked at Wang Zhong's solemn little face and his sincere emerald green eyes. Her thin lips pursed.
"You want to be friends with me, don't you?"
Her voice was slightly hoarse and inexplicably low.
Qian Renxue was the little princess of Wuhun Hall, the only daughter of the previous Pope, and the most beloved granddaughter of the current Judgment Elder. She was born noble, radiant with glory.
She could truly be called the jewel of the entire Wuhun Hall!
But even such a jewel was covered in dust.
She had no friends, because her radiance was enough to make anyone who wanted to be her friend shrink back.
From birth until now, besides her grandfather, she had been alone. She could even cross the word "parents" from her current life!
Her biological father had died not long ago, and her biological mother hated her to the bone. Since childhood, she had only received fatherly love and her grandfather's affection. The word "mother" seemed to have disappeared from her life.
Yet her mother was there, sitting on a high throne radiating brilliance, attracting everyone's attention whenever she appeared, including Qian Renxue's.
But such a mother had never been willing to spare even a sliver of her brilliance for Qian Renxue, nor cast a single glance at her.
What if she was a little princess? What if she was a jewel? No matter how dazzling or radiant she was, in front of the person she should have called her mother, she was as transparent as air, as if covered in something disgusting and dirty.
Even when her father died and she cried buckets, her mother never looked at her or cared about her.
She harbored resentment, she harbored hatred, she had cried in the darkness countless times, but there was no one in the darkness to offer her a hand. She could only bear it alone.
She had also thought, how wonderful it would be if she had a friend, then she could pour out all her inner thoughts, all her grievances and unwillingness to someone.
She had also thought about how warm and bright the care and comfort from a friend would be. It would surely be hotter and more dazzling than her being an angel.
But imagination was just imagination. Who could look at her brilliance and glory without being scorched?
"Can't I!"
A hint of probing appeared on Wang Zhong's face. He felt he might have been too impulsive. Qian Renxue's status was not something he could reach.
A trace of tearful sorrow appeared on Qian Renxue's tender and pink face. She tightly pursed her lips, remaining silent, her gaze fixed on Wang Zhong, filled with sadness and melancholy.
She slowly let go of Wang Zhong's small hand, lowered her head, and said nothing.
"Uh, I'm sorry, maybe I thought too much, haha!"
Wang Zhong tilted his head and laughed heartily, trying to cover his awkwardness and break the silence.
He also blamed himself in his heart for being greedy. It was already precious for a little princess to show you care, yet you still wanted to be friends with others. Such excessive desire.
However, under Wang Zhong's gaze, Qian Renxue, who had been lowering her head, raised it at this moment.
Her face was no longer filled with sadness or sorrow. Now, her face was full of pride and confidence.
Her martial spirit rose behind her, and two pairs of pure white angel wings appeared behind her, spreading their wings to their fullest. Light and heat burst forth at this moment.
A vast golden soul power, like a surging tide, swept across the entire world.
The cold wind dissipated at this moment, the heavy snow vanished from the heavens and earth, and even the accumulated snow under their feet melted at a visible speed.
The might and power of the angel martial spirit were unleashed from Qian Renxue without reservation. This was the light that could change the world, and the heat that could bring spring back to the frozen earth.
The eternally unmelted, seemingly ancient snow and ice cliffs welcomed the long-lost warmth at this moment.
The wings flapped, stirring up a gale that forced Wang Zhong to shield his eyes with his arm.
Qian Renxue's body slowly rose from the ground and hovered in mid-air. She was covered in blinding light, making it impossible to look directly at her. Along with the gust of wind came flames, warm and scorching like the sun.
She hovered there, noble and holy, proud and majestic. Under the backdrop of golden soul power and the angel martial spirit, she was the embodiment of an angel.
"Wang Zhong, can you still be friends with me like this!"
Her voice was calm and proud, yet carried a deeply hidden tremor.
She was an angel, a deity soaring in the sky, bringing light and warmth to the mortal world.
Angels never folded their wings or dimmed their light for anyone. No matter when, she would always be this sacred, noble, and radiant being.
The blinding light made it difficult for Wang Zhong to look directly at her. Her delicate and carved face became incredibly sacred at this moment.
"Is this the true power of the Angel Martial Spirit!"
Wang Zhong gritted his teeth, enduring the piercing light and the stinging pain in his eyes. He stared fixedly at Qian Renxue, who was floating in the air, watching her slightly trembling eyes.
He suddenly grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, and shouted without hesitation, "Why can't I!"
"The angel's light is not an obstacle to you and me becoming friends!"
"Watch! Even though I am not as good as you now, even the angel's light cannot hide my brilliance!"
If you want to be friends with an angel, then become as dazzling as an angel!
Standing on the ground, Wang Zhong extended his right hand. There, his slender little finger protruded, pointing directly at Qian Renxue.
"Qian Renxue! Do you want to be friends with me!"
"If you do, let's pinky swear!"
The young man smiled and extended his hand, ignoring the blinding light and heat from the angel, full of confidence and passion.
Qian Renxue didn't know how she should respond correctly at this moment. Her eyes trembled more and more violently.
She had never imagined that after witnessing her in such a state, Wang Zhong could still make such a confident declaration.
Now, it wasn't Wang Zhong who wanted to befriend her, but whether she wanted to befriend Wang Zhong.
Her slender, fair little finger trembled as she extended it. Qian Renxue pursed her lips and tightly hooked her little finger with Wang Zhong's.
This was the most beautiful painting: an angel and a boy, in a pure white, pristine world of snow and ice, pinky swearing to be friends!