Tao Yu felt a headache coming on. She reached out to check her waist, confirmed no bone was injured, and then sighed, “Never mind, it’s nothing serious. I’ll be fine after resting a bit.”
“W-would you like something to eat? Do you eat flowers, dew, or something else? I’ll prepare it for you,” the young girl said eagerly.
Tao Yu laughed, “I’m a human, not some mountain spirit or ghost. I eat normal food.” These city people all seemed to have a naive and sweet air about them. Were all the NPCs taking after the master’s personality?
The young girl thought this was easy and immediately turned to walk out. After two steps, she seemed to see someone and quickly turned back.
Tao Yu was puzzled, “What’s wrong?”
“Ma’am, the city lord is still standing outside. Would you like to see him?” the young girl asked.
Tao Yu thought for a moment and nodded. The young girl responded and then added with a twist of her eyes, “Just, when you see him, please don’t let him treat your illness. Although he’s learned some medicine, he’s not very good at it.”
“Okay, got it,” Tao Yu was amused, thinking the girl was just too concerned.
The young girl finally relaxed and ran out. Shortly after, Yue Linze poked his head in, smiled shyly when he saw her, and carefully walked over, pulling up a chair to sit down.
Tao Yu glanced at him, inwardly marveling that she never expected such an harmless expression would appear on a big shot’s face, but it somehow didn’t seem out of place.
This alternate personality was now twenty years old. His facial features weren’t as defined as they would be in his late twenties, nor as thin as when he was seventeen. Perhaps because he was well-cared for, he looked simple and naive, with kindness radiating from his very bones.
… So what kind of resentment could make this gentle alternate personality continue to exist? Was it because he couldn’t get married? Or because he couldn’t become a monk? Tao Yu was very curious and wanted to quickly find the source of his resentment.
