Situ Jing stroked his chin, feeling somewhat disgusted. "What do you mean by that? So I want to keep my dignity—what's wrong with that? I don't know whether letting off a woman who has hurt you makes you a fool. But I do know that any man who slaps a woman will definitely earn my contempt. Since she and I are not walking the same road, then from today onward, I'll draw a clear line between us. Men as outstanding as us—are we afraid no women will like us?"
"That makes so much sense! Your heart is truly broad! If Lei Yi and Yan Mingzhu really made it to the day of their wedding, are you sure you could still keep your current state of mind?" Ning Xiaochuan asked.
Situ Jing fell silent for a moment, his gaze turning profound. "What does not belong to me, even if it belongs to me now, will belong to someone else in the future. What belongs to me, even if it belongs to someone else now, will be mine in the future."
Creak!
A battered wooden door in the vermilion courtyard wall beside them opened, and a plump monk with an honest, simple-looking face walked out.
"Amitabha! Benefactor, you look truly familiar. This old monk heard everything you just said. It was filled with such Buddhist nature. Why not come into the temple for a cup of tea, and we can discuss Buddhist doctrine together?"
Ning Xiaochuan was somewhat surprised. Only when he raised his head did he discover that this truly was an old, dilapidated temple built within the city.
Yet it was exceedingly cold and desolate. Above its gate hung a plaque bearing three ancient Sanskrit characters: "Bhiksu Temple."
This was the first time Ning Xiaochuan had seen a temple in