Pei Ye thought back to their conversation a few days earlier at the Catch Moon Building when the woman in front of him had said, "To my misfortune, Young Hero has seen me at my worst twice."
Indeed, the images of her during those two encounters that had initially shaped his impression of her were probably unforeseen by most people.
The elegance, refinement, gentility, and tranquility in front of him now were her usual demeanor. Everyone regarded her as virtuous, graceful like a clear sky after the rain, and misty like a book of academia. She was the lady of impeccable reputation in Bowang city.
Everyone believed that she would never commit a faux pas, and that her lips would never utter a lie.
However, Pei Ye felt as if he had pulled back the curtain once more, just like the previous two times, the woman's heavy distress and sharpness were again laid bare in front of him.
Perhaps sorrow flows more easily in the presence of someone who can empathize.
