As for the throbbing in his heart just now, it was the young man's overwhelming admiration for the woman's good-looking skin, and his sincere admiration for the woman's intelligent soul. It wasn't until decades later that the fox-faced Taoist priest held the hand of the green-haired Bodhisattva next to him and laughed about his behavior back then——
It's not words that move, it's not rain that moves, it's the heart of the person who hears it.