The young girl plucked a flower with one hand, her fingers rolling prayer beads between them one by one.
Her eyebrows had a gentle yet compassionate arch, giving rise to all that is good and destroying all that is evil.
Let the world slander, insult, deceive and defame me, I fear nothing.
Clad in spotless white, my heart like glass, pure and compassionate.
Alone and unencumbered, my heart unattached.
Seeking nothing, fearing no loss.
Gradually, the jeers died down; everyone gazed at the girl in white, feeling like fools who had been dancing.
Maybe… they had really wronged her.
As soon as this thought arose, anger stirred in everyone again, egged on by Zhu Xiangxiang and Tang Wan.
For a moment, everyone's hearts wavered back and forth, torn between two minds.
"Ming Jing..."
Qu Feitai and Liu Muxue stood on either side of her, like guardians protecting her.
Ming Jing looked at them; of all the people who questioned her, only these two stood unwaveringly by her side.
