I cursed inwardly, realizing that I had been terribly mistaken to think I could tease the woman after becoming familiar with her. Lord Meng Xuejun was utterly different from other women in her way of thinking. She seemed not to care about her own appearance, and even disliked others caring about it.
"You misunderstood. That wasn't what I meant." I sighed. The walls around Lord Meng Xuejun's heart towered high; she would never easily open her gates for the slightest flattery or the tiniest verbal kindness.
"Forget it. Whatever you meant, people aren't really any different. When they see something beautiful, they all yearn to possess it, by fair means or foul." Lord Meng Xuejun said.
"Your sword songs are sometimes so tender and loving. Is that because you're like this yourself?" I asked bluntly.
Lord Meng Xuejun thought for a moment, then nodded. "Falling in love at first sight—what difference is there? Could it be some love predestined in a previous life?"
I nodded. "You're right. There is no love without cause, nor hatred without cause. Sometimes liking someone begins at the very first glance. As for romantic ties, who doesn't have several tombs of love buried in their heart? It isn't strange. In particular, those with a beautiful face leave behind more tombs in other people's hearts than anyone could imagine. So sometimes, being good-looking is itself an original sin. What do you think?"
Lord Meng Xuejun stared at me in astonishment. After chewing over my words for quite some time, she slowly nodded and said, "Being born beautiful is also an original sin? You're right. After the thirty-six disciples of the Sword Palace moved onto Feather Palace Sword Isle, although we couldn't exactly be said to eat and sleep together, we were always seeing one another. After