"Jinling is far from being as shallow as you. How many women with pleasant voices has he encountered, and have you seen him give even one of them a second glance?" Lin Sisi crossed her arms, exuding an air of authority.
Saint Ruan rolled his eyes at her. "Mortal men—who can truly escape the fetters of the commonplace?"
In his youth, he had seen too many tales of love and longing, where supposedly devoted men, upon losing the one they loved, would ultimately turn to dissipation.
Even if they didn't, they would never again devote themselves to love with the same purity and focus as before.
The most genuine and moving affection in this world exists only once and is given to only one person.
Never a second.
Just as Saint Ruan finished speaking, Chu Jinling concluded writing a chapter upstairs. Standing on the second floor in a warm golden robe of embroidered cloud patterns, he radiated brilliance like the dazzling sun, casting an aura of comforting warmth.
