The delicate little monk's tears fell like rain, while Jiang Wang beside him remained silent for a long time.
Jingli had been despondent alone for a long while. Before others, he forced a smile; before the faithful, he wore a solemn and majestic countenance. Having finally met his own junior brother, he could no longer hold it in, and grief surged up within him.
As for Jiang Wang, he was merely thinking... With pauses like that when speaking, it was truly a blessing that he had managed to thrive until now.
Jingli cried for a long time, crying bitterly, but then noticed that his junior brother's face remained completely expressionless.
Unable to resist, he pouted. "Junior Brother, why aren't you sad?"
Jiang Wang said faintly, "You tearfully told me news that was delayed by more than half a month. It's hard for me to be sad."
Old Monk Kujue had not hesitated to leave the monastery in order to save him. Jiang Wang truly had been moved by it; otherwise, Kujue would not have been the first person he thought to contact after escaping danger. But that had happened back in August...
"Has it already been so long?" Jingli sniffled. "But I'm still so sad..."
Jiang Wang asked, "What are you saddest about?"
Jingli pouted again. "I don't have a master anymore!"
"Master Kujue left the monastery, so you no longer acknowledge him as your master?" Jiang Wang asked.
"I do!" Jingli blinked.
The tears had washed his eyes exceptionally clear, with lingering beads still trembling upon his eyelashes.
He truly looked like a pitiable little monk.
Jiang Wang sighed. "Then don't you still have a master?"
Jingli frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly relaxed into a smile. "That's right!"
Jiang Wang felt thoroughly weary, but seeing him