The next day, disciples from Nine Jade Palace came to visit.
Upon seeing the man before her, Lu Mingshu was startled.
"Mingtang?"
The visitor was indeed Fu Mingtang. He looked older, appearing to be in his early thirties. His demeanor was natural, no longer bearing the decadence and melancholy of the past.
Fu Mingtang opened his mouth but eventually bowed in respect: "Senior Sister Lu."
He chose not to call her sister because he wasn't sure if he was qualified to do so.
Lu Mingshu silently sighed.
With the grievances of the older generation present, even if the past was far behind, they couldn't possibly act like siblings.
She might not hold the grudge against the next generation, but she couldn't pretend nothing had happened. Fu Mingtang dared not call her sister, and she did not wish to acknowledge him as her brother.
Let them be strangers without any blood ties.
"Take a seat."
Lu Mingshu thought for a moment, then notified Fu Mingxi.
