Fang Shuwen then began to make small talk, asking her about the little things in her life at Yuqing Pavilion.
What Martial Arts she was learning, what friends she had made, whether she had any worries... things like that.
Fang Lingxin was more than happy to talk to Fang Shuwen about these things. Whenever he brought up a topic, she could chatter away for what felt like half a day.
Fang Shuwen would just smile and listen.
Sometimes, Fang Lingxin would notice his gentle gaze and feel a warmth spread through her heart.
But she still couldn't help but ask:
"Master... why are you so good to me?"
"Isn't it only natural for a master to be good to his disciple?"
"But something feels... off."
Fang Shuwen gently ruffled her hair.
"Don't let your imagination run wild. It's just that we get along well..."
"Really?"
Fang Lingxin gave Fang Shuwen a suspicious look, but she found herself agreeing with his explanation.
