Having finished speaking, Su Yaoqi turned around, but Song Yuanbao grabbed his arm. "Can you tell me, why did you decide to become a monk back then? As a noble scion, without having experienced major upheavals or disasters, I don't believe you truly saw through the mortal world. Is there some hidden story? Or do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Tell me, I'll help you."
Hearing the phrase "I'll help you," Su Yaoqi's eyes appeared momentarily lost.
"Speak up!" Song Yuanbao shook his arm.
Su Yaoqi pressed his palms together, "Entering monastic life was a matter of the heart, unrelated to birth or experience."
"I don't believe it." Song Yuanbao stared into his eyes. It was clear he couldn't reclaim the carefree innocence of the fourth young master Su from the past. Yet, he was unwilling to give up. "Is it because of my mother...?"
Su Yaoqi spoke out to stop him, "It's unrelated to anyone."
How could it be unrelated to anyone?
