Lin Shuguang grew a little impatient with the persistent questions and turned to look.
Jiang Xue'er had quite a delicate little face, but why was her brain so slow on the uptake?
Couldn't you tell I didn't want to answer that question? Couldn't you tell I was looking for a spy?
Yet the large eyes Jiang Xue'er raised to him were as clear as a pool of water. They gave no impression that she was scheming; on the contrary, they made her seem innocent.
Especially now, her stiff manner and earnest questioning tone rather tickled the heart... she was too adorable.
Unfortunately, to a thoroughly unromantic man like Lin Shuguang, people were either his own or strangers.
And strangers fell into just two categories: the living and the dead.
He had spent so long in this world and fought no fewer than a thousand battles, large and small.
With all the dangers and mysteries lurking in this world, it was truly difficult to trust anyone without reservation.
You never knew whether the person standing before you was a skeleton in a beautiful human skin.
Almost without pausing, Lin Shuguang said in an inscrutable tone, "Give everyone a chance to let off some steam. None of them have it easy."
Jiang Xue'er tilted her head and looked toward the battlefield a short distance away.
Lu You and the other disciples all seemed to have expressions that said they wanted to cut loose and vent their frustration.
She seemed to understand something, yet she was still somewhat confused.
Looking at Lin Shuguang in puzzlement again, she asked, "How could you tell?"
Lin Shuguang said indifferently, "You hold a high position, and everyone fawns over you. How would you know what those below you go through? Once you've experienced more, you'll understand."
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