Su Xingyan quietly looked at She. The last time he saw her, the birthmark on her face was still there, not nearly as stunningly beautiful as she was now.
The times when she used to like him seemed like events from a lifetime ago.
So distant that they already felt somewhat unreal to him.
He should have asked how she was doing or perhaps said something like "How about this monk," at the very least instinctively utter "Amitabha." But, he couldn't say a single word. She was like a grain of cinnabar buried in his heart, unable to be erased, forgotten, or loved.
Han Jing gave him a slightly astonished glance, then turned away and walked past him.
She had never thought they would meet again in this life, but to her, whether they met or not was nothing worth mentioning anymore. Since he had already taken the path of enlightenment, the past should have long vanished into smoke and clouds.
