บท 847: Hatred of Two (Part 2)

The bland lyrics were about the common affairs of village men and women, and there was no tragic element to it. But somehow, the beautiful imagery made one feel rather disconsolate at the end.

Ning Que always thought that sentimentality was a luxury to have as an emotion, especially now that he was in the West-Hill Divine Palace and could be discovered any time. As such, he did not allow himself to be immersed in this emotion for too long. He rubbed his eyes which were stung by the cliff array, then stood up from the threshold and walked to the outside of the town.

Sangsang sat in the carriage quietly, listening to the old man's song without feeling any emotions. However, her subconscious was stirred up and was like a sea that was about to pounce on earth!

Every drop of water in the tide represented extreme disgust. She hated the young man outside the carriage, even countless times more than she hated He Mingchi!