"I didn't expect... you standing here, just to lure me over for a look."
Chen Yi's voice was hoarse.
"That's right."
She didn't deny it.
Many things, once the thought crossed her mind, even if it was just a passing thought, she wouldn't deny.
Chen Yi pressed his forehead and said slowly:
"I want to rest for a bit."
"Then move forward."
Zhou Yitang stepped ahead without hesitation.
Chen Yi recalled that not far away, there was another burial chamber that could be used temporarily to rest.
Entering the chamber, Chen Yi took deep breaths, trying to calm his chaotic mind. He looked at Zhou Yitang but suddenly found himself unsure of whether she was beautiful or not.
He couldn't discern purely with his eyes.
This was one manifestation of breaking free from the attachment to distinction of the self.
