She believed that her heartfelt intentions could reach the depths of his soul; she wanted to protect him, watch over him, and pull him out of the bitter sea he was forced to traverse. That was enough.
Li Zijun suddenly asked, "Master, why did you suddenly want to take Zi Jun as your disciple?"
That was what troubled her the most now.
Su Bei stopped walking, looked into her eyes, and said seriously, "The daughter of the Confucian Sage—who in the world wouldn't want her as a disciple?"
Li Zijun gently shook her head, a smile on her face as she reached out to touch Su Bei's white hair. It wasn't as silky as she'd imagined, but rather somewhat coarse.
"It's not like that."
"If Master doesn't want to say, Zi Jun won't ask."
The ease and gentleness in Li Zijun's eyes made Su Bei's heart tremble inexplicably, and he felt a twinge of heartache.
