"He called himself a Wandering Monk, with no fixed abode, so he had no so-called background. His dharma name is..."
Lin Huan paused for a moment, as if recalling in his mind, "Monk Shenghui."
"Shenghui..." I was as curious as curious could be, but I didn't know much about the Buddhist Family.
Even when I really heard the high monk's dharma name, I was still in the dark, "That name sounds quite sacred."
"The old man lived in a temple, and he was called Shenghui," Yu Longting blurted out unexpectedly.
I was shocked, my eyes wide open as I turned to look at him.
What the... is this...
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Yu Longting leaned his head to the side, lying next to me, his figure tall and slender.
His indolent charm was irresistible, and even when he mentioned that Dragon Dad was also called Shenghui, he did so casually.
Lin Huan clearly didn't know what had just happened with me, and sighed with a grip of his hands, "I thought that besides myself, no other direct descendants of the Lin Family would suffer from Blood-weeping Syndrome again, Wanwan, it's all because of our grandfather's bloodline that you have suffered, your face that was so beautiful... and now it has..."
"Grandfather, don't blame yourself, I've found an antidote that can restore our appearance. I'll have someone send it to you in a few days."
It wasn't until the end that I came back to my senses and told Grandfather that there was a cure for Blood-weeping Syndrome.
Lin Huan was overwhelmed with shock, "You... have an antidote?? But after Blood-weeping Syndrome is cured, the bone structure is already fixed, can it still be restored to how it was before? I've... been for decades..."
"It should be possible, Grandfather, if there's nothing else I'll hang up now, you're busy." I was anxious about Dragon Dad's situation and couldn't take care of the many questions in Grandfather's heart.
I hung up the phone capriciously and threw myself at Yu Longting, staring at him, "What does Dragon Dad look like, do you have a photo?"
"You can't really be suspecting that the one who saved Lin Wogua... saved your grandfather's life years ago was my old man?" Yu Longting pinched my face and loosely wrapped his arm around me, "My old man died early, there are no photos."
If I heard correctly, did he almost call my grandfather Lin Wogua?
Forget it, I have more important things to deal with than to hold him accountable.
I frowned fiercely and gave him a hard glare, "No photos, not even a portrait?"
"Ancient portraits are very abstract, and you won't understand them. Should I sketch one for you with a charcoal pencil in a while?" Yu Longting smiled enigmatically, seeing my excitement he grew somber, "Wanwan, I do hope it was the old man who saved your grandfather. Then I could rightfully ask your grandfather to acknowledge me. Saving a life is greater than all else, but the likelihood of this matter... is very remote..."
"But I feel like Dragon Dad is faking his death. If he has... been alive and well all along, then this possibility can't be ruled out."
I was eager to try; I felt as if all my blood was boiling as I dragged the reluctant Yu Longting out of bed to draw.
Yu Longting's mother is alive, and perhaps his father is too.
There could be no better news than this.
If Yu Rongling knew about this, I wonder how many circles he would spin in place.
Yu Longting, as before, helped me put on my cheongsam before dressing himself, "Do you want to have some breakfast first?"
"No need, no need, one peach can keep me going for several days, I'm not hungry at all right now." I pushed Yu Longting toward the study, searched for and laid out drawing paper on the table, "Where's the charcoal pencil? Where did you put the charcoal pencil?"
There were too many drawers and cabinets in the study, making it particularly troublesome to search.
"I can't deal with you." Yu Longting opened a drawer, took out a charcoal pencil, and sat down to start the sketch.
At that moment, the wooden door was pushed open with a squeaking sound, and in came a woman in a red cheongsam, with a graceful figure swaying elegantly, "Good morning, Sister Wan, Snake Lord, I've stewed some soup and brought it over just for Sister Wan to nourish her body."