You could accept being a mistress, but even then, Master Du doesn't love her. He doesn't even bother to feign affection.
She couldn't understand why Chu Xiangyi would persist like this.
From a bystander's perspective, there was no way to make sense of Chu Xiangyi.
But after years of trying to convince her, Chu Xiangyi never listened. As a bystander, there was nothing more she could do besides feeling helpless.
Perhaps, matters of the heart really are like drinking water — only the one drinking knows its warmth or coldness.
On the other side.
Master Du picked up a small porcelain bottle on the table and poured out a transparent pill, resembling a tiny glass bead.
Just as Chu Xiangyi had described, the pill was colorless and tasteless.
Could something as small as this pill really possess the power Chu Xiangyi claimed?
Master Du stared at the transparent pill in his palm, his gaze deep and contemplative.
Could it truly allow a person to quickly forget someone?
