The sun grew hotter.
The athletes on the field sweated buckets, while their classmates shouted encouragement until their voices went hoarse.
Chen Shu rested his chin on his hand and looked closely. "Have you noticed? The ones cheering loudest are just ordinary classmates. But the ones of the opposite sex standing nearby, unable to open their mouths even though their eyes are shining... there's probably something going on with them."
Ning Qing followed his gaze without speaking.
As an Esoteric Sect cultivator who had already completed the first stage of the Stillheart Way, she could naturally see it.
Yet she found it interesting every time. Whenever she delved into these people's thoughts, she found them difficult to unravel—and always came away with much to gain.
Love was a strange thing.
Viewed coldly, it could be very simple. In terms of evolution and physiology, it was nothing more than hormones at work. All the madness and irrationality love brought about existed merely to pass on genes and perpetuate the species. Yet it could also be terribly complex. Among humans, some individuals could raise Thought above instinct. Once Thought gave love complexity, it became hard to explain in simple terms.
It could be precious and dazzling, or plain and ordinary.
Every person was different.
In truth, most people who dated or married were not all that sweet together. To them, romance was just romance. What was so beautiful or dazzling about it?
But love truly was precious. A person had so few chances in life to love someone—perhaps only once, perhaps two or three times. Few could keep falling in love over and over. Once those chances were used up, loving again became difficult.
When it came down to it, love was not so mysterious. It was easy to grow tired of.