Gan Xirou looked at Li Dai with complex and unfathomable emotions. To be honest, whether thirty years ago or thirty years later, she and Li Dai never had any significant interactions. There was no deep grudge between them, and of course, their relationship was exceptionally cold—little better than strangers, sharing at most a trace of fellow-disciple sentiment.
If there was one thing about Li Dai that slightly displeased her, it was that despite trying every possible means to get close to Shi Yuan over the years, she had achieved nothing and failed to translate a single line of the *Sutra of the Buddha*. Shi Yuan always turned a blind eye to her, as if completely immune. This left Gan Xirou—who had experienced smooth sailing ever since her rebirth—feeling deeply frustrated. Even with a hidden agenda and years of painstaking effort, she still had not gotten what she wanted. Yet Li Dai, who had merely crossed paths with Shi Yuan a few times, had somehow remained etched in that stubborn, simple monk's mind for so long. Whenever news of Li Dai surfaced, he would stop to listen. This particular detail annoyed Gan Xirou greatly, breeding a lingering resentment toward Li Dai.
Of course, living her life anew, though she still wore a delicate and fragile exterior, her core personality had become much more open-minded and resilient. As long as it was not Fang Ailing or the men who had killed her in her past life, she could let things go rather easily, refusing to harbor deep grudges …
Chapter 639