"Brother Lu Wan?" Lu Zhi still held the bowl with a confused expression on her face. She didn't understand why Lu Wan was only looking at her with that indifferent look. Did her face no longer move him?
Little did she know that Lu Wan never had any interest in her face. Even from back then, he only cared for her because of their similar situation as children from concubines born. They had low status in the family and were unable to have a fulfilling life, so he cared for her because of her fairer gender.
But his care was wasted on someone like her, who didn't even care for those around her.
"I'm not thirsty," Lu Wan said coldly. If he was still his foolish self from back then, he would surely take Lu Zhi's words for granted and drank the soup. At that time, he knew that he would be dead.
The poison inside the soup would cripple him for life!
