"..." Pei Ye fell silent, then smiled and shook his head, "If she is willing to be friends with me, only then do I become friends with her; I had seen Lu Xiu at the Sword Repair Institute long ago, she usually ignores people, and I can't be bothered to befriend her—do you understand?"
Xu Menglang was slightly taken aback, while Pei Ye looked at him earnestly.
"It's all the same," Pei Ye said slowly, lowering his head to pour him a cup of clear tea.
"...Hahaha." Xu Menglang suddenly laughed, his head lowered, "Everyone is born with dignity, it isn't something others can bestow... Thank you, Young Master Pei, it's been quite some time since someone has spoken to me with such plain and fluid reasoning."
"You misunderstood me first, and I originally didn't intend to reason with you scholars," Pei Ye laughed, looking down. At that moment, the chanting grew louder, and some rare musical instruments began to play, but beneath the patio, there arose an indistinct, rustling sound.
