The one-armed woman waited for a long time but still couldn't find the right opportunity, so she turned her back and walked away in silence.
She came looking for him merely to explain a few things, but in reality, those matters could proceed whether explained or not.
Moreover, her prideful nature made her unwilling to meet Chen Yi at this moment.
In the shadows of the tree branches, all was quiet, with only her silhouette receding into the darkness. From Chen Yi's perspective, it looked bleak, but he hadn't noticed her presence from beginning to end.
The next morning, Chen Yi was awakened by the distant sound of chanting. The Western monks and the Mad Scripture Master were already awake, and the temple echoed with the rhythm of the morning bells and evening drums. Even before dawn broke, they had already chanted the sutras thousands of times.
A rustling movement stirred in his arms. Lowering his head, Chen Yi saw Yin Tingxue rubbing her eyes as she woke up.
