Lin Miao drove off Fahai and returned to the main hall, finding her senior sister Sun Youwei waiting for her there.
"Senior sister, why didn't you go back to your room to rest?"
"Junior sister, I heard what you and the monk from Shanglin Temple said. Did they deliberately separate us that day when we went to see the abbot, then someone drugged my tea and took me away?" Sun Youwei asked, her eyes red with emotion.
"Senior sister, it's all in the past now. Don't think too much about it." Lin Miao felt guilty and gently embraced Sun Youwei to comfort her.
"Junior sister, have I caused you trouble again..." The kind-hearted senior sister took the blame upon herself.
"Senior sister, this isn't your fault. Some people are just born wicked and can't help but do abominable things. Should good people be blamed for not going along with them? That's not how it works, right?" Lin Miao reassured her.
