"It's a pity, relationships among people are never simple; you can't explain them with a few big principles. These few girls and Li Guanyi, tsk tsk tsk, sigh, difficult to handle, hard to speak of, tough to separate, hard to unravel."
"What is love in this world?"
"But it's said, flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist."
"Cannot be close, cannot be clear, cannot be fully told."
With a sigh, far away outside the tall building, the old Siming leans against this outer layer like dragon scales, watching a scene in the distance, seemingly unaffected by the silver-haired girl's mystical skills shielding them from him.
Just watching such a scene, he sighs deeply.
The old Mystic Turtle is dazed, watching the happenings over there and then glancing at the other, sighing while pulling out a plate of peanuts, a plate of smashed cucumber, and a plate of ginger pickled eggs, also carrying a flask of wine, watching the development over there while drinking and eating with the old Siming.
