My Master Is Cold

"You're finally here?" The old man put his cup down and looked at him.

He was wearing a ragged robe, and his white hair was messy. His face was weatherbeaten as well.

Yet, he looked energetic and in high spirits.

If Gu Bailu were here, she would've recognized her master.

"This is what you wanted." Gu Yunjing gave him the ball of memories. "You're still willing to be imprisoned on Futu Island?"

"Those people will act a lot more restrained if I'm there. Besides, I can atone for her sins by carving more Buddha sculptures there."

"She'll know everything you've done for her someday."

The old man had a mouthful of wine and smiled. "What about you? Do you want her to know what you've done for her?"

"I would rather she not."

"You're a trustworthy man, and I created a lot of opportunities for you. Regretfully… she's not meant for you."

"She will be. I haven't lost yet." Gu Yunjing stood up and walked away.