"I'm really sorry, Sister, for accidentally killing one person, I'll send you ten more another day," Liu Ziyue offered this as the only supplemental explanation for his actions.
On the day of Moxiang's death, Chu Yu stepped outside and noticed a little incense burner lying on the ground by the door. Recalling the sound of something falling as the door was pushed open, she realized that Moxiang had actually come to change the incense in the room but had lost his life within a few short exchanges.
Chu Yu didn't know how she returned to Jiankang, or rather, she was so immersed in her own world that she couldn't bother with the people and things around her.
The only thing she remembered was Liu Ziyue's careless words, as if he was saying, "Sorry, I broke one of your cups, I'll send you ten more to make up for it another day."
But cups are not the same as each other, each one is unique in its own way. How could he, who regarded human life as nothing, understand that?
