After turning the corner, Shen Qian finally saw a small orange light deep in the corridor.

That location should be the Buddhist hall where Ji Ruoshui often stayed.

"Sure enough, she was in a bad mood..."

Chen Qian sighed softly. Ji Ruoshui often liked to hide there when he was in a state of mental turmoil.

After thinking it over, Chen Qian's steps became firmer.

Chen Qian thought about many things during that short journey of just a few dozen meters.

He had decided that if Ji Ruoshui really couldn't accept it, then he would have no choice but to let go.

The frail Eighth Senior Sister was actually the person Shen Qian least wanted to force.

Finally reaching the entrance of the Buddhist hall, Shen Qian paused briefly, then gritted his teeth and lifted the curtain at the door. "Eighth Senior Sister, I..."

He didn't say anything more; he just opened his mouth slightly and stared blankly at the scene before him.

The Buddhist hall is still the same Buddhist hall, but the scene inside is completely different.

There are no more indistinct statues of gods, no more "Heart-Cleansing Mantra," and no more "Mind-Tranquility Formula."

Two red candles, adorned with carved dragons and phoenixes and flickering with flame, replaced the previous incense burner and were placed on the altar, one on each side.

Where the portrait used to hang, only the two large characters "Heaven" and "Earth" remain.

The room was decorated with simple red silk, creating a festive atmosphere.

Eighth Senior Sister Ji Ruoshui knelt with her back to Shen Qian below the platform. She was dressed in a bright red dress, and even though her face could not be seen, the elaborate decorations on her high bun indicated that she was dressed in her finest attire.

"Junior Brother..."

Ji Ruoshui slowly stood up, her body trembling violently, as if she were about to fall over at any moment.

"Why!"

Still not fully conscious, Shen Qian gave a blank reply.

Do you know why... why no one else eats my peaches?

Ji Ruoshui said in a low voice.

"Why?"

Shen Qian was so shocked by what he saw that he lost his ability to think, and could only ask a question subconsciously.

"Because those peaches... were planted with the water I used to bathe in... I... I don't like other people eating them..."

Ji Ruoshui turned her body shakily. After saying those words, she seemed to have lost all her strength. She leaned against the counter to avoid falling, but still closed her eyes shyly.

Shen Qian was stunned, and his breathing became heavy.

In the dim candlelight, Ji Ruoshui's eyebrows were like distant mountains, her cheeks like peach blossoms, and her lips, adorned with rouge, were glistening with dew, like a rose hidden in the morning mist, waiting to bloom, tempting the thirsty traveler standing at the door.