A Man's Third Sense

What the hell?!

Other people had three thousand leagues of weak water, yet took only one ladle to drink, just to express their unswerving devotion.

But when it came to you, even ten ladles were not enough?

After Zhao Wanqing heard this, she froze for a long while. Could it be that aside from those three ladies, there were a great many others?

Seeing her slightly shocked and puzzled look, Lin Heng could only awkwardly scratch his head with his hand and explain, "Actually, I didn't mean to hide it from Lady Zhao either. When you and I first met, I swear I did not yet have a Dao companion in the true sense."

"A lot happened over the past half year, things like dreams and illusions..." Lin Heng's tone suddenly softened and grew melancholy as he continued, "First I was framed, then I faced schemes and plots. During that time, I met many considerate ladies like you, Lady Zhao."

"Only after going through life-and-death hardships did I understand what the true meaning of feelings was. It was nothing more than you saying one thing and me saying another, confiding in each other. After leaving the Western Wasteland, I pursued your footsteps, but unexpectedly, you had come to Dingyang."

"After climbing mountains and crossing rivers all the way, turning round and round at last, I met you here..." As Lin Heng spoke, he tried to touch her hand.

She did not dodge. Her hands were crossed on the table as she quietly listened to him pour out his heart.

Just as he had said, it was nothing more than you saying one thing and me saying another.

"I understand. So along this road, I fell behind by so much. Unfortunately, I am not a cultivator. My footsteps are slow, and