“Shizun is the best, best Shizun. And this disciple is the worst, worst disciple.”
Chu Wanning sighed and said, “There are many things in this world that cannot be decided just by looking at the surface. Sometimes, even the layer below the surface may not be the truth."
“Shizun is the best, best Shizun. And this disciple is the worst, worst disciple.”
Arriving at the foot of the mountain, he couldn’t help looking back toward Sisheng Peak, high up and shrouded amongst the clouds, with no end to be seen to the long flight of stone steps. He murmured, “Three thousand seven hundred and ninety nine.”
“Shizun is the best, best Shizun. And this disciple is the worst, worst disciple.”
He could feel the haitang trembling minutely in his hand, petals quivering and he was struck by the sudden urge to lower his head and press a kiss to it, so that it wouldn’t hesitate or be afraid, so that it might blossom and unfold.
Mo Ran smiled. “There is something even harder that Shizun has yet to see.”
No one has ever felt happy, proud, and lucky for having me.
Thirty-two years.
No one liked me.
He turned to the person in the mirror and was suddenly very angry and frustrated.
“How can I… You look like this?”
He had been ruined in his hands.
For two lifetimes…
Forgive who? On his deathbed, who was he worrying about? Forgive yourself... is that what he said?
“Since when did Shizun change his name to 'trouble'?”
“Saving the earthworms.”