Hua Qianqian, with a cheerful face, looked at Mo Hua, "Junior Brother Mo, long time no see."
Her gaze lingered on Mo Hua for a moment, very satisfied, she said: "You’ve grown a bit taller, you’ll definitely look even better in clothes now..."
Mo Hua was wary.
Murong Caiyun sighed, helpless with her behavior.
Mo Hua then turned to Murong Caiyun and asked: "Senior Sister Murong, what brings you here..."
"I’m going to visit my aunt." Murong Caiyun said.
"Aunt?" Mo Hua paused, then remembered, "Elder Murong?"
"Yes." Murong Caiyun nodded, "My aunt is an Elder Alchemist, skilled in various pills. Qianqian and the others want to inquire about alchemy knowledge, so I’m taking them to seek guidance from my aunt."
"Oh." Mo Hua understood.
After Murong Caiyun finished, she introduced the other female disciples from Hundred Flower Valley:
"This is Junior Brother Mo Hua, whom I mentioned to you, Junior Brother Mo is excellent at Formation Painting. If you need help, you can ask him to draw formations for you."
Then, she introduced to Mo Hua:
"These are disciples from Hundred Flower Valley, they are in the same cohort as Qianqian, technically, they are all your senior sisters. This is Senior Sister Hua, Senior Sister Ye, Senior Sister Mu..."
Murong Caiyun introduced them one by one.
Mo Hua, somewhat shy, saluted:
"Greetings, senior sisters."
The few female disciples from Hundred Flower Valley, upon seeing Mo Hua, their eyes lit up with admiration.
"What a handsome and adorable junior brother!"
"And he’s proficient in formations, formations are so hard to learn..."
"Truly, one can’t judge a book by its cover..."
Mo Hua: "..."
"Alright, alright," Murong Caiyun said, "it’s getting late, if we’re late, my aunt might blame us."
The female disciples from Hundred Flower Valley were reluctant as they bid farewell to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua took a moment to look at the appearances of these senior sisters, each with fair skin and beautiful features, and in their Hundred Flower Valley robes, standing together, they were like a splendid cluster of flowers.
Mo Hua momentarily felt a bit face-blind.
But one of the senior sisters was distinctly more beautiful.
Mo Hua remembered, she seemed to have the surname "Ye".
This Senior Sister Ye had an oval face, exquisite features, skin like creamy jade, and her eyebrows and eyes bore a trace of melancholic charm, her character was more introverted, not fond of speaking, adding a sense of cool aloofness.
Mo Hua glanced briefly, then waved farewell to the senior sisters.
He hadn’t thought much about this encounter.
But, several days later, before the festival was over, while Mo Hua was painting formations, he heard dreadful news:
This Senior Sister Ye from Hundred Flower Valley...
had committed suicide.