Keeping One's Distance

Jiuru's sword-like brows shot up. This is bad. He had never imagined that the remnant of Liao Chen before him would have such a profound connection with this striking young woman. Seeing her react this way at the sight of an old keepsake, she clearly had a false backstory—something this little thief would surely see through. Anxiety surged in his heart.

Xu Yi said, "Are you feeling unwell, miss? Perhaps you should go inside and rest."

The woman in white rubbed her head and was about to answer, but then she heard Beichen cry out in pain several times. She hurried back to Liao Chen's side, carefully helping him toward the guest room, and didn't look at Xu Yi again.

Though, deep in her subconscious, she felt an inexplicable fondness for the Young Man in Green before her, compared with Brother Chen, who had been by her side since childhood and had captured her heart, that young man was no more than an outsider.

Watching the woman in white enter the room, Xu Yi turned to Jiuru. "I never expected a venerable, enlightened monk from Tianchan Temple to behave like this. As the saying goes, monks don't tell lies. Old Nine, the lies you've told just now would probably fill a whole basket."

Jiuru had expected Xu Yi to mock him, and he could take it with the composure of a man who would wipe spit from his face and swallow it. But he had not expected the words "Old Nine" to sting even worse than "Third Prince," making the veins stand out across his handsome face.

He chanted a Buddhist invocation loudly, suppressing the agitation in his heart. "Now that you've seen her, layman, please leave. You are a government official, so you should know what kind of place