"Oh."
The Taoist nun quieted down.
The man sighed again, a hint of faint sadness in his exhale.
The Taoist nun did not sense the melancholy of the person beside her and turned her head to look at the magnificent Pujiang.
"How does it compare? Is it prettier than the little stream in the mountains?"
the man asked.
The Taoist nun didn't speak.
"Do you want to go sit on it?"
The man looked toward the brightly lit ferry moving along the river.
"You were about to leave, weren't you?"
The Taoist nun was not entirely naïve, at least she was sensible.
The man's face showed his dejection. He really wanted to say he was not leaving, but his sense of duty still restrained his emotional impulses.
"If you want to go, you can ask Jiang Chen to accompany you. He and Miss Lan are friends; you don't need to be formal with him."
The man treated her like a child inexperienced in the ways of the world.
All right.
This Taoist nun did indeed seem quite young.
"Click."
