Yi Feng explained it to him.
Not only was Fu Nantian not angry, he was delighted. Raising his head and stroking his beard, he nodded. "That's right. I'm a simp."
Hearing that, Yi Feng scratched his head in confusion.
"Old man, do you think 'simp' is a compliment? Do you even know what it means? That woman just now didn't care about your feelings at all."
"If you keep this up, you'll only wrong yourself. No matter how many treasures you give her, she might not even take them to heart."
Fu Nantian's face darkened as he lectured in a deep voice. "What do you know? A simp can't fuss over every little gain and loss."
"In love, don't talk about who gets the short end of the stick and who doesn't. Is love something that can withstand calculation?"
Yi Feng's face was full of question marks, and he could not help retorting, "But this doesn't count as love at all, does it? It's just your one-sided wishful thinking."
"You planted so many flowers and made breakfast every day, humbling yourself so much before her. What did you get out of it?"
"I got moved!"
At that, Fu Nantian raised his head slightly and said with considerable pride, "Once, I was injured while exploring a secret realm. She asked why I hadn't brought her any heavenly treasures. I told her I was injured, and she even told me to sit in meditation and recover properly."
Yi Feng felt his entire worldview shatter.
This old man was seriously sick in the head.
Old Man Fu, however, had opened the floodgates. Light gleamed in his eyes.
"You're still young. You don't understand how precious true feelings are."
"Speaking of which, Ting'er was a peerless beauty renowned far and wide thousands of years