"You don't have to worry about anything, Sister Yun Wanqing. Master Lin Feng isn't that bad," Tang Aining said gently, her voice soft yet reassuring, as if trying to smooth over the storm quietly brewing in Daoist Falling Snow's heart. "He may seem cold and aloof on the surface, but deep inside, he has a good heart."
"I hope you're right, Sister Tang Aining," Daoist Falling Snow replied, her tone calm, though a faint tension lingered beneath it.
She drew in a slow, steady breath, letting it out just as carefully, as though trying to steady not just her body, but her thoughts as well.
Today… had completely escaped her expectations.
Before arriving, she had prepared herself for countless possibilities… heated arguments, subtle negotiations, even the need to resort to force if necessary and as a last resort.
