"I examined her heart—there was nothing unusual. I examined her face—her sincerity was plain to see. I examined her actions—she remained unmoved. Even when she was struck by a palm and sent flying while vomiting blood, she never fought back."
"It was clear that her feelings were commendable. Her feelings for Gao Er Lang were completely genuine."
Hearing this, everyone thought it over and nodded.
"Reasonable."
"Mm, that was indeed the case."
"But that demon-like appearance—th-this was clearly that Snake Demon!"
"Never mind her appearance or race. With feelings this sincere, so what if she was a demon?" Wei Xiang retorted.
"Exactly. The Path of Love is infinitely profound. Since ancient times, have romances between humans and demons really been so rare?" said an elderly man, stroking his beard.
Hearing this, Gao Er Lang, who had been hiding nearby, hesitated. He raised his head to look at She Jiu Mei's face, but he still could not accept it.
So much for love being unconcerned with appearances. Perfect love was a lie, Wei Xiang thought as he looked at the indecisive Gao Er Lang and shook his head with a scoff.
After they had just finished bowing in marriage, Gao Er Lang had led She Jiu Mei around the banquet tables. The two poured wine to thank everyone for coming to celebrate and witness the ceremony, while She Jiu Mei had remained hesitant the entire time.
Gao Er Lang had become somewhat annoyed. Unable to bear it, She Jiu Mei steeled herself and drained the cup in one gulp. Afterward, her snake-headed form was revealed.
Wei Xiang understood the situation at once. She Jiu Mei was presumably no different from Zhu Bajie.
The only difference was that one had married a wife while the other had married a husband; one was