"Monk, say something…"
Tushan Jing Ci remained standing where she was, her tear-filled eyes gazing dazedly at him.
Her voice, tinged with a sob and a plea, drifted through the mountain forest, startling a few birds from their perch.
Xiao Mo remained silent. The only sound was the rustling of leaves across the mountain, whispering like endless sighs in the wind.
A light breeze lifted the hem of her snow-white dress, causing the fabric to cling to her soft, graceful curves.
A faint, fresh fragrance drifted from her on the wind, a scent that now seemed tinged with bitterness.
After a long while, Xiao Mo finally opened his eyes, his gaze serene as he looked at the woman before him.
He spoke one word at a time, his voice quiet, yet it landed in the woman's heart with perfect clarity: "Miss… you are very beautiful."
"Is that so?" Tushan Jing Ci smiled faintly, a smile tinged with indescribable self-mockery and sorrow. "Then, Monk, what if I asked you to leave with me?"
