He strode towards her, walking against the light. He looked travel-worn, wearing a navy blue coat and a scarf hanging casually around his neck. He didn't know if it was wrapped around his neck, but it could at least block the wind and sand.
When he walked up to her, she raised her chin and suppressed her surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to look for my lost little ancestor."
Leng Yerong lowered his head and his gaze fell on her face. He had a thousand words in his heart but only said this. His voice was hoarse from being dispirited for a few days. Perhaps he had caught a cold, so his voice was a little rough.
Tears came out of Xu Ying's nose in an instant, but the next moment, she raised her foot and kicked him hard, full of grievances,"Who wants you to find it? I'm no longer your little ancestor!"