Yin Shu, who was wearing a Daoist robe, had a pitiful look in her big watery eyes. Her voice was filled with reluctance. She bit her lips lightly, as if tears were about to fall from her eyes in the next moment.
Shen Ping sighed and went forward to give Yin Shu a hug.
Yin Shu hugged him tightly. Her cheek was pressed against his chest. "Junior Brother, I don't want to leave. I want to stay with you like this forever." She cried.
Soon, tears drenched his clothes. Shen Ping pushed her away and looked at her fair and delicate face. He wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his finger. "Senior Sister, there are always some things in the world that can't be done as you please. You're the most outstanding curse genius of the Ling Yin Temple, and you're also the reincarnation of an immortal. Nothing should block your path of cultivation."
