Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

Ranmo arrived at the school early in the morning. She briefly explained her absence to the teacher. The teacher told her to make up for the missed classes as soon as possible, as she had an exam soon. After thanking the teacher, Ranmo went to class.

Everyone was very enthusiastic when they saw Ranmo, and they greeted her and asked where she had been recently. Ranmo responded to everyone and said that she had been visiting relatives. She glanced over there a few times, but didn't see Azan.

Ran Mo asked the students around him, "Is Azan not back yet?" A skinny classmate smiled and said, "He came back a while ago and is squatting in the toilet now."

Ranmo was momentarily stunned. A classmate, knowing what she was thinking, leaned over and whispered, "Azan is using the restroom with everyone now. You don't know, we've all underestimated him before. He's truly gifted and has a majestic appearance."

Ran Mo didn't quite understand what he meant. He smiled slightly obscenely and said, "Azan has already gone viral. When will you let us see it?"

Ran Mo glared at him and scolded, "Are you looking for a fight?" The guy had seen how powerful Ran Mo was, so he immediately shut up and ran away in shame.

After a while, Azan came in. The moment he saw Ranmo, he waved happily and ran over. Azan looked much better than before, and he was wearing brand new clothes.

He and Ranmo shook hands and chatted freely. Ranmo didn't bother to ask where he'd been. But she was genuinely happy for Azan, feeling he'd taken an important step forward in his growth.

A clear mirror is inherently pure, where can dust gather? Why would one want to restrict oneself? As for herself, she probably had to maintain the status quo and not have any extravagant hopes.

The two of them talked about their experiences and interesting stories from their trips abroad. If it weren't for the class time, they would have chatted non-stop.

The course content is still based on the teachings of sages, but it's a bit more profound, and with the classical Chinese language, it's really hard to understand. I listened very attentively in the ink-dyeing class. I can't pick up this and throw that away.

When school was over, she and Azan went home together as usual. After leaving the school gate, Azan looked into the distance and asked Ranmo, "Isn't your friend here today?"

Ran Mo knew he was talking about Qing Sheng, so he said, "He only comes here occasionally. And he recently returned to Dayue City. It's not certain when he will come again."

Azan uttered an "oh." The two continued walking. They soon passed a roadside toilet. Azan stopped and told Ranmo he needed to go. Ranmo said she was waiting for him outside.

Azan hesitated for a moment and said to Ranmo, "Will you come with me?"

Ran Mo was stunned. If anyone else had said something like that, she would have considered it provocative. But when Azan said it, there was definitely no malice involved, and it must have been a psychological test.

She was happy for Azan's generosity, but she couldn't be too frank in such a situation. So she told him, "Azan, you're the bravest. You dare to change yourself. I admire you! But for now, I still want to be myself. I'm sure you understand, right? Go ahead."

Azan didn't insist. He smiled and nodded at her, then went into the toilet. He came out quickly. The two of them relaxed and walked onto a sunny road.

When they reached the fork in the road, they were about to go their separate ways when Azan suddenly turned around and gave Ranmo a big hug. He whispered in her ear, "Ranmo, you will always be my best friend!" His body was still shaking slightly, and he started to sob.

Ranmo felt a mixture of emotions. She and Azan had both been children who had suffered and been wronged. Despite being so kind, they were constantly bullied by bad guys. While banding together could provide warmth, truly solving problems required individual perseverance and cultivating true inner strength.

She patted Azan's shoulder, comforting and encouraging him. They had each experienced their own trials and tribulations, and as if reborn, they would each embark on a new life, bravely facing and accepting challenges!

Ranmo returned home, rested briefly, and then sat down at her desk, continuing the memoir of military strategy she had left unfinished the previous night. Some names are easy to remember, but truly understanding their meaning and even applying them in practical applications is incredibly difficult. But she was determined to face the challenge head-on. This wasn't just her job.

She was a little worried, wondering what the situation was like over there. She hoped everything was alright. She regretted coming back in the first place. Couldn't she just stay with Qingsheng over there? She could even, like in the novels, give her all for the warrior before he left for battle.

It wasn't good to keep thinking like that; it was a bit too tragic. He would definitely return safely. She became more and more convinced that she had come into this world to spend her life with him.

She'd been thinking about this all night, and it was hard to concentrate. After summarizing some of the content, she stretched, stood up, and stretched a few times. It would have been nice if Qingsheng was here, so he could give her a back massage or something.

After the activity, she sat down again and opened the legal notes Qingsheng had given her. Legal knowledge was like that; it needed to be reviewed frequently to avoid forgetting, unless the commonly used ones were already etched in her mind.

Ranmo held the notebook in his hands, a smile on his face. The notebook still bore Qingsheng's scent and fingerprints. Burying his face in the open notebook, inhaling the faint scent of ink, it felt as if he were touching Qingsheng's cheek.

Ranmo chuckled and accidentally burst into a snot bubble. He quickly put the notebook away and wiped his nose. He spread the notebook on the table again and read it carefully page by page.

When she flipped to the inside back cover, she suddenly noticed a few tiny words at the very bottom, the size of ant legs. She hadn't noticed them before. Squinting her eyes, she got closer and saw they were four small words. Reading them, her face flushed, her heart pounding, and she'd run away like a deer.

The four small words suddenly became larger and turned into a secret whisper from the heart: Ran Mo my love.

Who wrote this? Who did this? Can you be more reserved?

Ranmo could guess who wrote it with his toes. But his heart couldn't stand the trembling.

She gently stroked the small characters with her fingers, which were as cute as Qingsheng's canine teeth. After a moment, she leaned her face closer and gently rubbed the characters with her cheek.

Doesn't Qingsheng always like to rub his face against her? Today, I want to rub against you too.

She simply closed the notebook and held it in her arms, just like she was holding him. Then she rolled onto the bed and slept with him in her arms. "Don't bully me at night, please."

Unexpectedly, she was actually bullied in her dream. She was lying on a green grass slope, resting. In the distance, a young general in silver armor, riding a reddish-brown warhorse, came galloping over like a god, plucked her from the grass, and placed her on the horse's back in front of him.

He then adjusted his stance, hugged her from behind, and rode. She relaxed, leaning comfortably against his chest. The two of them galloped across the vast grassland, bouncing up and down.

Ran Mo felt a wave of shockwaves swirling and rising within her body. It was an extremely wonderful feeling, as if she were melting completely in Qing Sheng's arms...