"Fertile fields lost to evil paths, gold shines amidst gossip. The people of this world, for the most part, are like duckweed at the water's edge, swaying with the wind, a pity for that man who with a Buddha's heart faced the filth of this world, wrongly accused, both hateful and lamentable."
It was like a clap of thunder striking Qi Yue's heart.
What a lamentable and hateful phrase!
All along, wasn't she yearning for just such a lamentable, hateful utterance?
Unexpectedly, she heard it in another time and space.
Her eyes were instantly clouded with tears.
But she dared not stop or look, she just mechanically continued walking, supporting herself against the edge of the carriage.
Zhao Xiyan had not heard her response for a long time, so he turned his head to look and just caught sight of a round tear sliding down her cheek and disappearing into the collar of her clothes in a flash.
He dared not look any longer.
