Qing Yueqiu stood silently behind her Master. She watched the thin clouds drift by and the night wind lift the hem of his white robes. The oppressive atmosphere finally became unbearable.
She would rather have her Master scold her harshly than have him say nothing to her at all.
It made her feel as if she were being abandoned. Qing Yueqiu absolutely could not bear being abandoned by her Master; the feeling was like falling into a frozen sea—every breath filled her mouth with shards of ice, suffocating and hopeless.
After a moment's hesitation, Qing Yueqiu finally dared to reach out and tug on Pei Yuhang's collar, whispering:
"Master, I really didn't mean to cause you trouble. I just saw that awful woman harassing you, and I couldn't control my emotions…"
"Yueqiu, do you know why I am angry?"
Pei Yuhang finally spoke, interrupting Qing Yueqiu.
"You still don't understand. I am not angry about the citation or the fine. Those are trivial matters.
