In fact, Lianhua was that type of intelligent woman who also knew that her identity would be exposed sooner or later, but she had never been psychologically prepared to face it.
She had concerns about the age difference as well as the embarrassment of being unmasked, and of course, there was a lurking worry about the mission and responsibility she carried on her shoulders. It was difficult to strike a balance between work and life, and she might even lose her self at any moment.
In this world, everyone respects the High Priest.
But no one actually treats the High Priest as a living person.
Their existence is more like a machine, or rather, a symbolic figure.
Now that she saw her beloved is indeed alright, she sat down in the chair as if drained of strength, and wisely chose to play dumb about having her identity revealed, as if she heard nothing, beginning to peel a tea egg by the dining table.
But she was somewhat distracted.
Even peeling a tea egg seemed clumsy.
