Shi Qingjue carefully shaved his short hair while looking in the mirror. He looked like a monk again, except the two scars slanting down from the corners of his mouth seemed impossible to heal. The flesh gaped open, leaving two horrifying lines across his face and lending him a fiercer air.
This minor injury was hardly worth troubling Divine Doctor Sun over, and Shi Qingjue refused the other physicians too, content to let the wounds heal as they were.
That woman... Like the residents of Jade City, Shi Qingjue used a euphemism for Luo Ningcha. But from now on, he could go one step further than ordinary people. "That woman carved these two scars with her own hands."
The pain he had felt at the time had faded, but the delicate hand gripping the short blade, that beautiful face brimming with satisfaction, and that indescribable fragrance had all grown many times more vivid in his memory, becoming the most precious image in his mind.
All of Shi Qingjue's many kinds of sweet dreams began with that scene.
He put away his shaving knife and looked around his tiny bedroom. Its furnishings were simple. Having been a monk for many years, he didn't care about that, but his heart was no longer here.
Long Fanyun and Hong Fu were discussing the verdicts in several cases. Shi Qingjue waited by the door instead of immediately going over to speak. There were all sorts of strange people around the Dragon King, he thought. These two were clearly as close as husband and wife, yet they didn't live in the same room. If the rumors were true, they had always treated each other with courtesy and never crossed the line.
Hong Fu was beautiful, and her Hu features made her even more alluring. In