"Bad luck." Di Qing thought his good mood was ruined by You Qingcheng, so he unveiled the bead curtain, turned around and left. Beads clicked crisply, which pricked You Qingcheng's heart more. She did feel painful, but she could not let go of the resentment.

"Your Excellency..."

Shui'er took pity on her and thought why the master was hard on herself. Since the master had made up her mind, she should hold on. Time would heal the wound sooner or later. Apparently, ...