But she clearly never felt anything wrong with wearing a mask before; instead, it made her feel safe, always separated from others by a layer of disguise.
What caused her thoughts to change?
Watching her fellow disciple offer pastries she can't bring herself to eat; seeing the rouge and powder he gifts that she cannot use; watching fellow disciples kiss secretly, something she can never do...
Seeing the darkened eyes of her fellow disciple, she couldn't help but worry. If he could see one day, would he wish to know the face beneath her mask?
"Why do you help me?"
This girl, always without desires, for the first time, bears such intense longing, hesitating in the face of it.
"The Pure Heart cannot deceive; I speak only truth from my heart."
The Venerable Qianhua slightly bowing, showing enough respect:
