"No, what you worship is the Bi Qing in your heart, not me," Jian Xi said coldly as she observed Ming Wei.
Such an icy gaze, like frost, like snow. A chill rushed up from the soles of his feet, causing Ming Wei to swallow hard.
"Because of the painting, you've created all sorts of fantasies about Bi Qing. You see her as a painter without parallel in this world. She should be aloof and proud, detached from the world, right?"
Jian Xi was spot on!
Ming Wei looked at her, at a loss for words.
"And me, from my age to my temperament, I don't fit her image at all. Ming Wei, are you satisfied after shattering your own illusion?" Jian Xi asked sharply.
Her overwhelmingly assertive attitude completely shattered Ming Wei's last bit of fantasy about Bi Qing.
The Bi Qing he worshipped... should not be like this...
He had come to worship Bi Qing because of a painting, just as someone might fall for a city because of one person.
