She let out an ironic laugh, Quan Fengyi leaned her back against the couch, her head tilted back as she stared blankly at the ceiling. After a long silence, she heaved a sigh, full of emotion, "Little Zhan, I won't lie to you. Actually, I'm not sure myself. If I were ten years younger, perhaps I wouldn't hesitate. But now I'm old, and I don't have the energy to go through all that trouble again. Tell me, if even Yan Zhongqian can betray me, are there still any good men in this world?"
What a question to ask...
Zhan Se choked up, her throat constricted, and she said nothing.
After a long while, Quan Fengyi turned her head to look at her again, her face heavy with sorrow.
"It's better to be young like you. At your age, you can still enjoy the adoration of men, who treat you like a treasured darling. You're the white rose, and you're also the red rose. But who knows, in a few years' time, whether you will turn into plain white rice or a smear of mosquito blood?"
