Bai Shuilian truly felt a bit of resentment. She couldn't understand how, since entering the manor, she had hardly seen Song Ci. She never even appeared in front of her, yet Song Ci seemed to hate her as if she had dug up her ancestors' graves.
Were she to ask, Song Ci would likely shrug with a frivolous and arrogant expression: Liking someone needs no reason, does disliking someone need one?
Bai Shuilian's words were mere venting, yet unexpectedly, Song Zhiqing took her seriously.
"Your idea isn't half bad. Why don't you go to the Guanyin Temple for a while, to pray, copy scriptures, and recuperate? I'll fetch you back after some time."
Bai Shuilian was utterly shocked: "???"
Of all the things I said casually, this is the one you take to heart?
Tears welled up in Bai Shuilian's eyes, and she forced a bitter smile: "So, you've found someone new, and now I am just an eyesore? Very well, I will go."
