Seeing blood seep from Shang Qinghua's hand, a trace of dim sorrow flashed through Mo Yi's eyes.
In his memory, his master had always been calm and self-possessed, he rarely displaying such intense emotional fluctuations.
Although the current master seemed more humane and emotionally expressive, indulging too deeply in personal feelings would inevitably affect his judgment.
Thinking of Gu Xiang, who had been driven away, Mo Yi silently sighed.
He and she were the same, both had been captivated by their master's charm and had willingly chosen to follow him.
Yet who could have imagined that she would develop other intentions?
Not to mention that the master's heart had never been on her; even if it had been, the master's teacher would never have spared her.
Mo Yi quietly placed the bowl of medicine on the table and retreated from the room.
His master needed some time alone right now.
