At the lecture platform, a monk draped in a kasaya, with gentle features and a graceful presence, slowly sat down.
At the first sight of Jinghui, Song Ci thought, looking like that yet becoming a monk, how many girls would cry themselves blind?
He's too handsome, hmm, Sanzang probably couldn't compare to him.
No wonder these people are going crazy, not just for his title as the Saint Monk, but even for that face, it's a feast for the eyes.
Perhaps Song Ci's gaze was too intense, Jinghui slightly turned his head, his eyes pierced through the crowd and landed on Song Ci.
Song Ci unexpectedly met his gaze, her pupils shrank, and her heart started thumping wildly.
Those eyes, deep and dark, like a bottomless pool, seemed to see right through everything.
Song Ci swallowed, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, her arms breaking out in goosebumps.
She felt as if this handsome monk had seen through her.
Song Ci felt guilty, with a sudden urge to escape.
