That person was the same, transcending others since childhood, as if not a single strand of hair belonged to the human world, delicate and pure as if untouched by the worldly dust. Yet, deep down, they were pure, kind, and gentle.
She had only heard one phrase in a book that could describe such a person: Human-like snow and ice, the ancient Buddha deity.
But then things changed, a lot changed, and yet it seemed like nothing changed at all.
Su Wanmo also lost in thought, his eyes betraying a hint of melancholy. After a while, he noticed Qin Yu's unease and looked away.
That bit of sadness was swallowed up by calmness.
Both women were lost in their thoughts, silent and not wanting to break the silence, until someone came to remind them and asked who would go in first.
"Miss Qin, you go ahead. First come, first served. I'll wait outside."
