Cutting the Candle
Éditeur: Transn
He Mingchi walked out of the teahouse and looked at the flickering snowflakes. He felt that it was a little odd and gazed at the sky. Then, he turned around to look at the two upstairs before opening his yellow oiled-paper umbrella.
At the table by the window, on the second floor of the teahouse, Chen Pipi could not help but shake his head when he heard Ning Que say that the middle-aged monk had died because he was unlucky enough to have met him while he was in a bad mood. He said jokingly, "Wouldn't the Unknown Place have to send someone for you to kill when the two of you fight in the future?"
Ning Que noticed how he had phrased the sentence and looked at him seriously, "It seems that you really like my Sangsang?"