It's been over a decade.
Between him and Chu Xiangyi, the well water has never interfered with the river water. Chu Xiangyi never actively showed goodwill either, but these past two days, Chu Xiangyi has approached him unusually frequently.
"Speak plainly if you have something to say." The Master stroked the Buddha Beads.
Chu Xiangyi took out a small red wooden box from her sleeve and placed it on the table.
"What is this?" the Master asked.
"This is my family's ancestral secret medicine. Colorless, tasteless—once consumed, it allows a person to forget the one they dearly love..."
As she spoke, Chu Xiangyi dropped to her knees and grabbed the hem of the Master's robe. "Lord, I want to help you, just this once."
She loved him.
Loved him deeply.
No one knew the depth of her love.
Precisely because she loved someone deeply herself, she understood the agony of unrequited love.
That's why she wanted to lend the Master a hand.
