Su Zhiruan used the lid of the teacup to brush away any foam and tea leaves.
No matter where she was, she could always make herself comfortable. Power and status were just the icing on the cake for her. Now that she carried a mission, she had to complete it before thinking about anything else.
Cuihua harbored secrets in her heart. In the past, she lived in constant fear, afraid that her secrets would be exposed and endanger her whole family, scared of being scorned, and terrified of dying a miserable death. She regretted countless times. Now, voicing her thoughts to Su Zhiruan, even though Su Zhiruan said she wouldn't take her life, Cuihua was prepared to face death.
