Sometimes, Li Guanyi was simply trying to stay strong.
Shaking Light said, "Then, that's good."
She removed her palm and flipped through the scrolls.
"You can leave now, my knees are a bit numb."
"Your weight seems to have increased again."
The silver-haired young girl's voice was serene.
Li Guanyi's face flushed red, and he rose from a lotus meditation position. Shaking Light still wore the attire of an ascetic, with a hooded wide robe that accentuated her white and delicate hands. She bowed her head to read. Li Guanyi got up, stretched lazily, and walked out.
Behind him came the girl's unvarying voice: "You are human, and eventually you will tire, but please do not forget."
The girl's palms pressed against the scroll, she raised her head, her hair cascading down, and looked at Li Guanyi, simply saying:
