"What about you?" Elizabeth looked at Jerome Bonaparte curiously.
"Didn't I just say that!" As the melody gradually reached its climax, Jerome Bonaparte quickened the pace of the dance and said to Elizabeth with a serious expression, "I cherish everyone I love and everyone who loves me! I respect them, just as they respect me!
Qianqian, you must remember that the most difficult thing in this world is mutual respect!"
"Why do you say that?" Elizabeth blinked in confusion, "I think it should be very simple!"
"Qianqian, let me ask you!" Jerome Bonaparte said solemnly to Elizabeth, "Are you really willing to lower yourself to listen to the voices from the bottom? Can you endure staying in a dark and damp environment, communicating with a pauper who emanates a foul smell?"
Upon hearing Jerome Bonaparte's words, an instinctive look of disgust appeared on Elizabeth's face.
