"My master died over a hundred years ago; even if you still hold a grudge, you should let it go!"
"If that old man were still around, I would grind his bones to dust!"
These words from Yue E didn't match her demeanor at all. For someone so high and mighty, beyond reproof, such vulgar words were unexpected.
Lin Daoyuan sneaked a glance at her, eyes filled with helplessness.
He held a special feeling for Yue E in his heart, not the affection between a man and a woman, but the bond between a master and a disciple.
Because Yue E almost became his master's wife, she even was for a while.
Talking about it felt like a soap opera: an unreliable man flirted outside, accidentally getting entangled with a devoted woman.
The man patted his backside and went home, but the woman waited for him for decades.
