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Chapter 2298

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Looking at Tong Zi Qing's drooping eyelids, struggling but stubbornly biting her lips.

Ye Qing Luo could also tell the choice in Tong Zi Qing's heart.

She sighed softly.

Everyone's love was different.

Their attitude towards love was different too.

Tong Zi Qing loved Long Yun Zhan so much that she couldn't see Si Ming Han.

This was Tong Zi Qing's choice.

She couldn't force Tong Zi Qing to do anything.

Ye Qing Luo raised her hand and patted Tong Zi Qing's shoulder lightly, "I only hope that you can be truly happy."

Tong Zi Qing's petite body trembled slightly.

Happy?

She already didn't know … whether she was happy or not.

It seemed that Long Yun Zhan could take a look at her, speak to her and stand in front of her to protect her without hesitation.

She … was happy.

But the more happiness she had.

What followed was even more loneliness and sadness.

She had loved Long Yun Zhan for too long.

She really didn't know if her happiness … was still important.

It seemed that she really loved someone …. so much that she didn't even have herself.

This thought caused Tong Zi Qing's entire body to be stunned.

She turned her head as though she was escaping and quickly left the training ground, heading towards a direction where there was no one around.

Her mind was in a mess.

Tong Zi Qing had long forgotten about the question she asked Ye Qing Luo about who she was looking for.

Ye Qing Luo's slender brows creased slightly as she looked at Tong Zi Qing's panicked back view. She wanted to chase up.

But from the corner of her eyes, she saw someone from the class of gods chasing up.

Ye Qing Luo put down her raised foot.

Si Ming Han he …. really liked Tong Zi Qing.

His gaze, had always been focused, only accommodating Tong Zi Qing alone.

Being loved by such a person should be blissful.

But …..

Tong Zi Qing, probably wouldn't be able to walk out of the cage set by Long Yun Zhan.

But she should give Si Ming Han a chance …

A chance to open the door to Tong Zi Qing's heart.

If Tong Zi Qing continued to love Long Yun Zhan and he still didn't respond, it would be too tiring.

The next moment, Ye Qing Luo saw …. a blue figure flashed past her and chased towards the direction where Tong Zi Qing and Si Ming Han disappeared.

He bumped into Ye Qing Luo and was totally unaware.

The only thought in his mind was to quickly catch up.

Not far away, Yan Xiao Yi, who was nestled in Qiao Jin's arms, mischievously looked at the scene before her. She clicked her tongue and said, "Class monitor looks like he's moved."

"Doesn't he like Qing Luo?" Qiao Jin gently fed her water.

Yan Xiao Yi drank a mouthful of water in satisfaction as the cooling feeling eased her fatigue, "Under such a strong opponent like the Overlord, you still like Qing Luo, aren't you just looking for death?"

Qiao Jin nodded in agreement. "That's true."

"But …. class monitor still hasn't realised that his feelings towards Qing Luo, is no longer the love he thought it was." Yan Xiao Yi stretched her waist in Qiao Jin's embrace, "I hope that Si Minghan's appearance will make the class monitor understand her own heart. Otherwise … our Goddess Zi Qing will be hurt again."



Ye Qing Luo held onto her injured elbow.

She burst out laughing.

Indeed, the appearance of a love rival could truly allow one to understand their own heart.

Their Mister class monitor, was finally going to be enlightened?

Ye Qing Luo rubbed her own arm and a concerned voice floated over her head, "Student Ye Qing Luo, your arm, is it alright?"

Ye Qing Luo raised her head and her eyes were filled with smiles as she replied politely, "Teacher Yi, I'm fine."

Teacher Yi smiled as he looked at the young lady in front of him.

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