Yes.
It was said with a thud, firm and earnest.
Lingji's ears were continuously haunted by that word.
He slightly clenched the hem of his garment, his fingertips turning pale blue from the force.
"You can't like me," he said hoarsely, turning his head towards another direction.
Chuzheng: "Why?"
Lingji: "I am a Temple Priest."
Chuzheng did not understand what that had to do with anything: "Can't a Temple Priest be liked?" What kind of bizarre rule was that?
Lingji shook his head, the temple never said that a priest couldn't be liked.
Priests could also be with someone they liked.
But priests often chose not to have partners.
Because they couldn't focus too much attention on their partner, instead of having their partner live in cold and lonely waiting every day, it was better never to touch it at all.
This was what his predecessor had told him.
Love, for a priest, was a luxury.
