This was a handsome and charming man.
He had the same stature as Zhao Jiahang, tall and had an elegant and noble disposition. However, he was much younger than Mr. Zhao. When he glanced back with a smile, his eyes had an indescribable glint. There was complacency in being frivolous and carefree, yet they seemed to understand thoroughly about the ways of the world.
Mrs. Zhao turned to looked at Xiao Cheng. "You betrayed me…?"
Xiao Cheng flinched his neck and lowered his head. He daren't look at her.
The eminent monk sitting on the cattail cushion stood up slowly as he removed the bald headgear and said loudly, "Amitabha."
"Say early, say later, it's still about saying it. You don't tell us, or mislead us, why not just tell us. Mrs. Zhao, just come clean!"
…
"My goodness! This is totally…"
