"It's not what it was." Le Yao shrugged.
"You've changed a lot." Fu Yunshen's eyes deepened slightly with some probing.
"Second Young Master Fu." Le Yao looked at him seriously. "Don't test me. I really don't have the energy to do it."
Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrows slightly.
"There's an old saying that you can't do anything more than three times. I've already died three times. The heavens are probably annoyed with me. My luck has probably run out. If I continue to torture myself, what if I really die the fourth time? I'm still so beautiful and young. I haven't even enjoyed life yet. Why should I insist on hanging myself from that crooked tree, Nangong Jue?"
Surprise flashed across Fu Yunshen's eyes. Based on his intuition, he knew that she was not lying.
