"Brother Zheng, wake up! Even if this Little Monk is foolish and dull, I can still tell right from wrong! If even you don't believe their love was real, then they truly died in vain!"
The man, his collar gripped by the Monk, stared blankly before slowly bowing his head.
The Monk forcefully wiped the tears and snot from his face. Having cried and cursed his fill, he felt a little calmer. He rubbed his bald head and looked at the dejected man on the ground, his lips trembling, momentarily at a loss for words.
The two were silent for a long time. Then, Little Feng Miao meowed again.
The Monk glanced at Little Feng Miao, put his palms together, and sighed:
