The scalding teacup is hard to pick up; the burning emotions—how could one put them down?
Fang Erniang opened her eyes.
At the moment she opened them, her expression carried an indescribable eerie desolation.
Shen Yue gazed at the resurrected Fang Erniang, yet his mind suddenly flashed to a figure with prominent ears. He said nothing further.
He was merely responsible for revealing the truth to certain people, but what those who learned the truth chose to do was beyond his control.
Shakyamuni ferries souls with a raft, but if there were truly a raft unwilling to cross to the other shore, then the raft itself is also empty.
Cui Niannu's face finally turned grim. Witnessing Fang Erniang's resurrection naturally shocked her most, for she well knew Shen Yue's truths were infallible.
Covering up the truth stems from an inability to face it.
She, Cui Niannu, could not face confronting the resurrected Fang Erniang!
