Ye Shiyuan pressed his lips together. "How could you…"
"The way you look at Elder Bai He, your actions and behavior are not like a disciple toward a master at all. It is a pity that Elder Bai He is only fifteen years old. He probably does not understand your feelings. Shiyuan, Shiyuan, this really makes things difficult for you. With your personality that cannot easily restrain itself, I wonder how long you will continue to endure this."
As he spoke, Li Changshou felt his head grow slightly dizzy.
He leaned against the wall and slowly closed his eyes.
"Shiyuan, I am tired. I want to rest for a while. I will not talk anymore."
Ye Shiyuan did not respond.
He also drank his wine.
He would never end up like Li Changshou, with feelings that have nowhere to settle, eventually fading into nothing.
Bai He was not the peony demon.
He would never let himself end up heartbroken like that.
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