The whole world operates for profit.
What level of wisdom and insight one must have to speak such words.
Fu Yunhe was greatly shocked, surprised that Nian Shutong was so cultured?
Was this really the woman who carried logs, lifted boulders, tore apart wild boars with her bare hands, and cultivated barren lands daily with the dust flying around her?
He vividly imagined Nian Shutong holding a pig's head in one hand and a hoe in the other, suddenly composing a poem.
Fu Yunhe quickly shook his head to dispel the image from his mind, too beautiful, fearing it might lead to dreams at night.
Nian Shutong noticed Fu Yunhe's stunned expression, certain that she had overwhelmed him. With her hands behind her back, she walked away with the demeanor of a superior person.
Daodao said, this was called "leave swiftly without a trace, deeply concealing one's abilities and fame."
Put simply, it was all an act.
