Xu Zimo stopped and looked at her.
"Your heart was beating very fast just now. I could feel it," Miss Mirror said with a smile.
"Though you look perfectly serious on the surface, your heart was stirred, wasn't it?"
"What is your name?" Xu Zimo asked.
"My name is just one character: Mirror," Miss Mirror replied with a smile.
"You may call me Mirror. Come to think of it, you are the first man to call me that."
"Oh." Xu Zimo nodded slightly, turned, and prepared to leave again.
"If you need anything, you can come find me anytime," Miss Mirror's voice drifted over from behind him.
"Mirror will always sweep the couch clean to welcome you."
As she watched Xu Zimo's figure recede farther and farther away, an alluring curve rose at the corner of her lips.
After leaving the pavilion, the breeze gently stirred, and the chime of the wind bells beneath the curtains seemed to linger by his ears.
Xu Zimo stopped. Just now, his Dao heart had seemed somewhat unsettled.
He had always believed that he did not place much importance on love and desire between men and women. Other than Ke'er, he had never felt anything for any other woman.
In the later stages of cultivation, what one cultivated was this very Dao heart.
Tempered a thousand times, forged a hundred times, amid the rolling mortal world, one ultimately remained unchanged from beginning to end.
Yet he was still human, after all, and could not escape the Seven Emotions and Six Desires.
When a flawless, peerless beauty had offered herself up for him to pluck, his heart had inevitably been moved.
Though he had restrained himself and suppressed the impulse in his heart, a fluctuation in his Dao heart was still a fluctuation.
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