Qu Feitai turned to look, and the girl had already shifted her gaze to the open courtyard.
She was entirely hidden in the shadows of the lights, her expression unclear. Her skirt, whiter than snow, gently fluttered in the night wind.
Qu Feitai slightly furrowed his brow, recalling her words just now.
The heart-wrenching melancholy seemed to come from a time-worn old man who had experienced the hardships, betrayals, and pain of the world and finally reached reconciliation and let go of everything.
Qu Feitai looked at her calm and composed face, his heart suddenly ached.
She was still a young girl, at the most carefree age, yet she seemed like an old person who had gone through a thousand sails. Rather than letting go, it was more like suppressing it all along.
Even if she had been worshipping Buddha since childhood, it would be impossible to completely let go of everything. Even Buddha, could he truly transcend the world?
