My master was the first monk in thousands of years to approach the perfection of the ruthless path. The day he picked me up and brought me back to Chengzhou Mountain, I regarded him as my salvation, and the dancing white clothes left an indelible mark on my heart.
I have a high self-esteem and do not overestimate my abilities. I feel that he treats me differently, but I forget how a ruthless person can be affectionate. In other words, he is just too affectionate, so in his eyes, I am no different from all other things.
I voluntarily went to death, and I despicably wanted to see if there would be any ripples in his heart if I died. Facts have proved that I was hopelessly stupid. I gambled with my life and lost completely.
There was no sadness in his eyes, as if the person who died was not his only disciple.
That's it, I've looked away, haven't I?
But Master, why do you insist on hugging me?
It feels like a running account