Her tone was heavy.
Lu Shiyan was hurt by her words. On his refined and noble face, traces of awkwardness and sorrow emerged.
He gripped his folding fan tightly and said, "Zhaozhao, I don't understand. Is distancing oneself from deception and strife truly so bad? Must you throw away your entire life for so-called revenge? You only have a mere hundred years in this lifetime—why torment yourself so?"
