Jing Jiu's mood, like his true nature, was hard to discern.
He usually didn't display any emotion on his face, nor did he have any hobbies, save for playing the sand in the ceramic plate once in a while, which didn't mean anything.
Yet, Zhao Layue knew that he was in a bad mood. Being able to tell what his mood was was her talent, and also something she had learned after living with him for so long.
They had a hotpot dinner on New Year's Eve. Afterwards, Zhuo Rusui, Gu Qing and Yuan Qü resumed their Cultivation as before.
Zhao Layue followed the tradition of kneeling before Jing Jiu, and hugged him.
Jing Jiu patted on her back gently.
Zhao Layue said, "I started reading the Dao scripts when I was six years old; I learned that people would always bid farewell to each other. I've already gotten used to it, but unexpectedly, I am still moved."
She was talking about the matter regarding that middle-aged scholar and his mortal wife.