Please Have a Look at Me

Jing Jiu stood before the window, holding a cup of tea in his hand. He was silent while watching the intermittently visible black eaves of Taichang Temple in the distance.

The tea in the cup had already gotten cold.

He didn't like drinking tea that much. He was simply attempting to imitate the common folks to mull over something while holding a teacup.

Jing Jiu was thinking about the punishment imposed by the Water-Moon Nunnery and what that young woman said before he left.

In the end he still couldn't figure it out, so he shook his head helplessly.

The event had already happened, and what he could do was move forward. There was no need to turn around to ask why.

Even if one learned about his life history, emotional experience, and the impulsive mistakes he had made, it was still meaningless. One shouldn't spend time on these matters.

There was a knock on the door.