Four Rising Stars
Penerjemah: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After taking a deep breath, the Second Elder's expression calmed.
She lifted her face up, looking at the horizon. Her lips formed a faint smile, her voice was no longer raspy as it turned into a crisp, melodious sound. Her voice did not match her ghostly appearance!
"Wu-er, do you remember how you felt the first time you saw me?"
Mo Wu froze, feeling guilty as she stuttered a reply. "I… I respected you."
"It was not an expression of respect on your face, but fear and repulsion. My face is uglier than a ghost's…" The Second Elder laughed. Her voice was gentle as if it came from a fairy.
Mo Wu blushed, kneeling in a fluster. "Teacher, forgive me for being young and ignorant, I was judging a book by its cover." Her guilt showed on her face.
When she first saw the hideous face of the Second Elder… How could the thirteen-year-old her then hide her true feelings?