"Okay." Mu Qian calmed down her solemn expression, and her face returned to gentleness and softness. "You should think carefully about it. Students who need to register can come to me."
The first one to take the stage was Ling Luo, followed closely behind her was Xuanyuan Yu who followed her like a shadow.
Mu Qian handed Ling Luo a registration form, with a hint of worry in her eyes, and said, "Luo'er, have you thought clearly?"
"I've thought it through." Ling Luo raised her lips slightly, took the registration form from her aunt's hand without changing her expression, signed her name, and handed it back, "I will participate no matter what."
Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu took the lead, followed by two bolder and stronger students who also stepped forward to sign the registration form.
The last one to come up was Luo Ge.
He was still wearing a snow suit, as elegant as an immortal, with a warm yet cold distant smile on his face.
There were five registration forms in total. After Mu Qian collected them, she left and went to the principal's office to resume her duties.
Ling Luo's eyes followed Luo Ge closely, and all he was thinking about was the high priest of Dongchen Kingdom and the Eye of Cangyu.
Luo Ge saw Ling Luo staring at him, and the smile on his face gradually became warm. He nodded friendly towards her.
He was no longer as excited and entangled as he was the previous few times when he saw her.
"Master Luo, I have something to ask you." Ling Luo stopped Master Xueyi.
"What's the matter?" Luo Ge's voice was as pleasant as the first snow.
Ling Luo narrowed her beautiful eyes and asked, "Does every high priest of Dongchen Kingdom look exactly like me?"
"Yes." Luo Ge's answer was extremely affirmative and without hesitation. There was a hint of melancholy hidden in his ice blue eyes. "I have a portrait of my deceased wife here. Do you want to see it?"
Ling Luo nodded.
Luo Ge took out a treasured scroll from the space ring and handed it over.
Ling Luo untied the scroll and slowly opened the carefully framed ink painting. On the scroll, the woman was wearing a red gauze dress, playing the flute quietly in the shadow of the apricot blossom sky in spring.
This dress——
Ling Luo's heart trembled violently. She stretched out her hand and couldn't help but touch the familiar eyebrows, eyes and clothes of the woman in the painting.
Luo Ge saw Ling Luo's expression was different and thought she had feelings for the woman in the painting. He became more and more certain that she was the reincarnation of his late wife, and the corners of his lips involuntarily raised a beautiful arc.
"Luo'er, if you like it, I can give you this painting."
"No, no, no." Ling Luo refused hurriedly, rolled up the painting and put it away, and handed it back to Luo Ge, with a touch of apology on her face, "She is your wife, this painting is your thoughts, or Luo Ge
Young Master, you can keep it for yourself."
Luo Ge held the painting with a wry smile on his face. He didn't force it, he just sighed softly: "That's fine."
Ling Luo's thoughts still stayed on the picture of a beauty playing the flute with apricot flowers and sky shadow. She turned to ask: "Master Luo, does your wife like to wear red?"
"It's not that I like it." Luo Gebing's eyes narrowed slightly, with a nostalgic look, "Ali loves red very much, and she only wears red. No matter when I see her, she is always wearing that beautiful red gauze dress."
Ling Luo's heart "thumped" again.
She remembered that she was wearing such a red gauze dress on the day she was sacrificed by fire in the temple on the top of Zhushen Mountain.
Just a coincidence?
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