The clouds dispersed and the rain ceased; the resourcefulness of a thrice-cornered donkey is exhausted,
"Lady Sujini, that's the local term of respect for a Female Bodhisattva, right? Especially for those benevolent outsiders who engage in charity and run schools. You live one way in the Southeast, and another on the grassland; one way outside the felt tent, and yet another on the couch... aren't you tired?"
Fangfei was unconcerned, tossing aside the fur coat that covered her, seeking to cool her scorching skin as quickly as possible.
"Isn't everyone like this? Who can be virtuous alone? Don't you do the same? At least I'm only changing clothes, but you, you even change your face. Isn't that more exhausting?"
Hou Niao shook his head with a bitter smile and was speechless. Indeed, isn't everyone wearing a different mask in front of others? Why be selective in judgment?
