"I want you to leave… and let go of Sister Tang Aining." Daoist Falling Snow said. Her voice was firm, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
Lin Feng raised a brow slightly, a faint hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Aining?" he repeated lightly. "I'm not keeping her here. In fact, she is free to come and go as she pleases."
"Not good enough." Daoist Falling Snow's gaze hardened.
"I want you to push her away. Make it clear. Command her to leave you."
A brief silence followed.
Then…
"And why," Lin Feng asked, setting his teacup down with deliberate care, "would I do that?"
There was a trace of curiosity in his voice now, though it carried an unmistakable edge of mockery.
"Because no one else can make her change her mind," Daoist Falling Snow replied coldly. "If she continues like this, she will only ruin herself."
