These words carried a hint of disbelief.
Su Luo didn't engage further.
The more you argue with such sort, the more they will insist.
The best strategy is to ignore them completely.
In truth, Su Luo had a burning question, but this was not the time to ask.
The box door was pushed open, the lecturer's booming voice from downstairs surged into everyone's ears. He was at the climactic part of the story, a slap of his gavel for emphasis: "Now about Miss Zhu, so young, yet facing such a great calamity – how pitiful she is. One can only imagine what difficulties life still holds for her!"
"I think she's not pitiful at all!" Amidst the crowd's sighs of pity, a soft yet resolute voice resounded.
The bustling hall became instantly quiet as everyone turned to see where the sound came from.
The woman who had spoken was dressed in a purple outfit, a matching jade ornament glittering in her jet-black hair. Pale and beautiful, she was followed by two maids in brand new garments.
