"A gentleman behaves according to his position, without desiring anything beyond it. Acts affluent when affluent, acts humble when humble, acts native when native, acts struggling when struggling. A gentleman is at ease wherever he goes."
As the evening sunlight filtered through the branches of the trees.
Ning Youguang thought it was more resilient than the light at noon.
With these times, people become calm, silent, and restrained.
She and Shi Wangyue strolled slowly by the lakeside of the school.
"A true spiritual warrior transcends likes and dislikes of material things," Shi Wangyue's gentle voice was like the evening breeze by the lake.
Ning Youguang turned her head and saw him looking at her, his face fair and clean, long eyelashes, a white shirt on him, with a head of fluffy black hair that faintly glowed in the setting sun.
"You look great today." She praised without the slightest hesitation.
