Huai Yin saw Sang Chen's reddened face and suddenly remembered the day he returned to the temple when he saw Sang Chen's joyful excitement, and he instantly understood.
"You want to protect that Wife." Huai Yin sat cross-legged under the corridor, his gaze falling on the fallen leaves floating in the water tank in front of him, his limpid eyes also fluctuating with the ripples that spread around the leaves.
Sang Chen, with a flushed face, uneasily grasped his robe and sat down beside him, earnestly listening to the teachings.
Observing his demeanor, and thinking of his personality, Huai Yin's brows stayed furrowed, and he began with slightly parted lips, "That Wife does not like you."
Under Huai Yin's gaze, Sang Chen's complexion gradually turned paler.
