"Actually... nothing happened!" Zhuo Ya looked sideways at a snow-covered plum tree not far from the pavilion, "Is there any news about the Great Priest Guangming over at the temple?!"
"The Great Priest of Light is dead!" Blood Bat said.
"I mean!" Zhuo Ya coughed, "The newly appointed Great Priest of Light... Ming Che!
Blood Bat shook his head, "Before, I only heard that he left the Holy City with the body of the previous Great Priest of Light. Now at this time, I think he should have arrived at the Holy Mountain soon!"
"This idiot, how could he stop the believers from becoming enemies of the Ming army and punish the temple and the Pope without paying any attention to it? Why would he return to the Holy Mountain?!" Zhuo Ya frowned.
"Mingche is now the Great Priest of Light. If the Ming Dynasty wants to be the enemy of the temple, it is naturally impossible for him to stay in the Ming Dynasty. Where can he go if he doesn't return to the Holy Mountain?!" Blood Bat smiled coldly, "These human beings are indeed heartless.
These unjust guys want to kill each other even though they are brothers in the same family!"
"Nonsense!" Zhuo Ya shouted instinctively, "He is not a heartless guy, he is just..."
Realizing that she had lost her composure, she quickly stopped talking and said, "Go and do your work. If you have any news, please notify me in time!"
The blood bat went away, Zhuo Ya stared at the south for a moment, but finally withdrew his gaze and walked into the main hall.
Walking around Zhuo Yang, watching him carefully polishing the sculpture on the table, Zhuo Ya's eyes stayed on the sculpture for a long time.
"like!"
Zhuo Yang stopped what he was doing and said, "I have to leave for a few days, and I'm afraid I won't be able to celebrate the New Year with you!"
"Are you going to leave the city?!" Zhuo Ya asked softly.
"Yes!" Zhuo Yang nodded lightly, "The second day of the second year of junior high school is her birthday, I want to give this to her as a gift!"
"Brother, you should know that she will marry Mingyue in the third year of junior high school!" Zhuo Ya looked at his powdery white fingers, "Are you really willing?!"
"I don't know!" Zhuo Yang patted his palms gently and carefully wiped off the dust on the stone carvings with a handkerchief.
"Go, I support you!" Zhuo Ya took a deep breath, "As I said, no matter what the elder brother does, I will support it, as long as the elder brother's decision is a choice that he does not regret!"
Zhuoyang's fingers were slightly stiff, and he looked sideways at the girl beside him, "Xiaoya, you have grown up!"
"Maybe!" Zhuo Ya raised the corners of her lips lightly, "If it were me in the past, I would definitely advise you to take her back, but after these things, I also know that some things cannot be forced.
What's yours is yours after all, it's not yours, no matter how hard you try, you can't get it, or, this is your fate!"
"Xiaoya!" Zhuoyang wiped his fingers and gently raised his hands to hold her shoulders, "I know that you have liked Yi since you were a child. He is the person you admire most among your brother's subordinates. Yi's things are very important to you.
It's a big blow, but I still hope you can come out of it. From the beginning to the end, I don't think Yi is the most suitable person for you. I believe that as long as you search hard, you will always find the most suitable one!"
"So, what is the most suitable?!" Zhuo Ya asked.
Zhuo Yang shook his head gently, "Well... I don't know either, or maybe when you meet that person one day, you will understand that this is probably what the saying goes, "You don't know where love comes from!"
"You don't know where love comes from?!" Zhuo Ya recited this sentence silently in her heart and fell silent.