Bai Lu raised her own hands: "What's the use of being unwilling? Do you think my hands have the power to confront him? Even my father was defeated by him. And to be honest, my father deserved his fate. All I want now is to be able to marry Shen Cong. At least my sisters would have someone to rely on. If our Bai family were to fall, the fate of my three sisters would not likely be auspicious!"
The mountain wind was fierce, ruffling Bai Lu's gray clothes. Like a homeless butterfly in the woods, she seemed ready to wilt at any moment in the wind and rain.
Xiaosong asked tentatively and softly, "Miss, do you not hate her? She ruined your family and even stole your lover!"
Bai Lu was silent for a long time, dodging the question, "I hope Shen Cong will be moved by my words. Let's first take care of ourselves!"
Xiaosong replied with a grunt, saying no more.
No one really knew whether Bai Lu hated her or not.
