"You were never one to cry since you were little. Master and I once suspected that you had some disability, but you were too smart. You could learn anything after trying it just once. You taught me how to read and write, and although you were my junior, you felt more like another master to me. Sometimes I would see you kneeling alone in front of the Buddha statue, enduring day after day of bitter cultivation. It broke my heart – even though you were just a child, you had lost your innocence and become like an old person."
"Ming Jing, you're someone without feelings."
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"Ming Jing, are you listening?" A cautious, young female voice came through the phone.
This was her senior's voice, but her senior would never speak to her in such a tone.
She was like the sun in the scorching heat, always so confident and cheerful.
