"Of course not." Uchiha Madara shook his head and gave Bai Ling'er, who stood before him, a smile that was rarely seen. Even Madara himself did not know how many years it had been since he had worn such a smile on his path to becoming strong.
This smile came truly from the heart. He did not have to bear too many burdens, and wearing it now made him feel unusually at ease.
Moreover, he had endured far too much pain on his path to becoming strong, so he would never mock poverty.
He looked at the quiet, dilapidated house before him, swaying as though it might collapse at any moment in the fierce winds of the Northern Frontier. He began to pity the girl. All of a sudden, he felt an urge—an urge to pull her into his arms. He wanted to protect her from every threat in this dangerous world.
The two entered the ramshackle house. Bai Ling'er poured Uchiha Madara a cup of water. Madara quietly drank it, then looked around the room, where there was nothing at all.
The impoverished state of the place made Madara feel inexplicably distressed, though someone as cold and aloof as him did not seem to show it on his face.
He merely asked Bai Ling'er calmly, "What are your plans for the future?"
If he had not asked, it would have been one thing. But the moment Uchiha Madara did, Bai Ling'er's already reddened eyes completely broke down. Tears poured wildly from her beautiful eyes like dew that cost nothing. A pear blossom branch in spring rain.
Bai Ling'er was already exquisitely beautiful, and when she cried, she looked even more beautiful, causing Uchiha Madara to lose himself for a moment.
Of course, it only lasted an instant.
Seeing Bai