Mu Sheng saw the undisguised joy on his master's face and felt a warm breeze filling his chest.
"Mhm," he nodded firmly.
Upon seeing Lin Tang, Mu Sheng took out the book she had given him from his embrace and said embarrassingly, "Tangtang, I'm sorry for tearing up the book you gave me like this."
Lin Tang clapped her hands, saying, "That's great, that's wonderful. The book isn't as important as Brother Musheng. It seems the book has served its purpose well."
Mu Sheng's eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"I didn't tear out the page with your message. It's still intact, and I've always remembered what you said."
Strive for goodness!
So, even though Yin Chenghu and the others had been trying to corrupt his heart with their temptations for the past six months, he hadn't wavered.
Lin Tang gave a smile that reached her eyes, "As long as you remember, I was afraid you might forget."
Mu Sheng's tone was exceptionally firm, "I won't forget."
