When he looked at Ling Sheng, his eyes and mind were full of her. His affection and gentleness were intoxicating, and one could not help but indulge in his gaze. One could only hate the fact that he was not looking at them. If one could receive such a gaze from him, it would be worth it even if one died.
However, the workers had also seen the beautiful purple seashell hanging around Third Master Jun's neck.
Women liked to gossip when they were together.
"Did you see that? The Third Master is wearing a shell."
"It's a purple shell, right? Do you think Ling Sheng has one too?"
"Legend has it that lovers with purple shells will be together forever. Indeed, good men always belong to others. Ling Sheng is someone I don't deserve being envious of."
"Did you see the way the Third Master looked at Ling Sheng? I really want to drown in his eyes. He's so affectionate, right?"