The moment he understood his own feelings, fan Xiu's heart was at first at a loss, but in an instant, a hidden joy flashed through his heart.
Her fingertips gently stroked the edge of the folding fan.
The snow-robed monk gave a very, very faint smile.
What flowed in his veins was disgust for the secular world. He had never yearned for the so-called freedom in his heart. He lived a plain life day after day, and he felt a little bemoaning the state of the universe and pitying the fate of mankind.
Yes, you're a being, but you're also the most loved ...
What fan Xiu did not know was that his every move was being watched by a person outside the window.
Blood seeped out from the corner of the monk's lips.
It was extremely eye-piercing.
The moment she saw fan Xiu spit out blood, Fu min's eyes narrowed. She seemed to have understood something.
So, it wasn't that she didn't love him, but that she couldn't love him.
*
During this period of time.
