"Before, I felt so uncomfortable, with cold hands and feet, and I had nightmares at night. But ever since you gave me the Buddhist beads, I haven't had any nightmares, and my body has felt much better, as if...." Ye Zhen paused, as if it were her own body.
But saying this would probably not make Ming Jing happy.
"The soul being detached for too long is not good for both of you."
Ye Zhen pursed her lips and cautiously asked, "Ming Jing, can your senior... come back?"
This concerned her future, and she looked at Ming Jing expectantly after speaking.
Ming Jing glanced at the horizon, where the crimson glow was like a fully-bloomed Manjusaka, enchantingly beautiful to the extreme.
It devoured life as if it were a blooming life.
All things in the world have always been interdependent and complementary, as inside and outside of one another.
Just as life and death, and good and evil are.
"Do you want my senior to come back?" Ming Jing asked indifferently.