She looked Lin Xuan up and down, then asked coldly, with a scrutinizing gaze, "Young Master Lin, as far as I know, my master is much older than you.
"You two don't seem very suited to each other, do you?"
This was one of the biggest questions on her mind.
In her eyes, although her master still had her youthful charm, age was catching up with her. Lin Xuan, meanwhile, looked to be in the prime of his life.
Why would two people like that be together?
"That's not quite right," Lin Xuan said, shaking his head with a hint of disapproval.
"Who says people can't be together just because there's a big age gap? You're so young, Miss Mu. Why do you think like some old-fashioned geezer?"
He paused, then looked toward the bamboo hut with genuine admiration in his eyes and continued, "Besides, your master is elegant and beautiful, with a graceful figure.
"Standing next to me, she'd look like my older sister at most. Who would guess that we're so far apart in age?"
As Mu Wanqing listened to Lin Xuan lavish praise on her master, the anger in her heart somehow began to ebb away.
She realized that no matter how she tried to attack him, she couldn't seem to win an argument with this man.
His twisted reasoning always formed a logic of its own, leaving her unable to refute him.
Furious, she could only glare at Lin Xuan, as if she wanted to bore two holes through him.
The two faced off by the stream, one calm and unruffled, the other seething with anger.
After a long while, the anger in Mu Wanqing's chest finally began to fade.
She knew there was no point in arguing further. What was done was done—her master was