"Lin Suqing, what exactly are you scheming?" The dog was perplexed, utterly failing to grasp his strategy.
"Isn't it obvious?" Lin Suqing said innocently.
"Weren't you supposed to strive hard in your cultivation and keep a low profile? Why do you now want more people to recognize you?" The dog's ears twitched, keeping an ear out for Yiyi and Ding Rui's recent arrival as it spoke, "And with such an unrighteous impression at that."
"Huff!" Lin Suqing forcefully blew a breath toward Ding Rui's tender horn, scattering the emerging powder into the sunlight streaming through the window, where it floated and glistered, "I've come to understand. If—there really is a fate that cannot be defied, my life is probably doomed to be extraordinary. Wishing for understatement, it seems, can only happen after I'm dead. Huff!"
There was a casual helplessness in his indifference that appeared falsely nonchalant.
Hum!
