Yin Tingxue paused as she spoke, then turned her gaze to the side and said, "After so many flowers have blossomed and fallen, haven't I seen enough of life's impermanence?"
She then shifted her gaze back and stared at the paper flower:
"But why must life be impermanent?
Why, just because you say he interfered with my karma, do I have to listen to you and become a Buddha?
I don't want impermanence anymore!"
Master Zhihui suddenly froze, her pupils contract sharply. She was clearly calm, yet the staff in her hand echoed with a persistent sound.
Meanwhile, Yin Tingxue spoke each word with deliberation:
"Precisely because life is impermanent, I hope for permanence.
Because I've seen countless snowflakes scattered in an instant, I've come to cherish this single paper flower."
After speaking, in the cold, desolate night, Yin Tingxue picked up the flower and smiled faintly at the master.
