She felt a pang in her heart as she eyed Lu Yebai, her feelings becoming inexplicably complex.
"Knowing that she doesn't love you, would you consider dying for her worthwhile?" she asked softly.
"There's never been a matter of worthiness." He looked down and spoke lightly, "only willingness."
"Willingness..." Du Xiaorong's gaze deepened slightly. Then, after a moment, she let out a cold laugh. She tightened her grip on the silver whip in her hand and said, "But I'm not willing!"
She wasn't willing to let go of the man she had been fond of for over ten years, unwilling to watch him fall in love with another woman, unwilling to see him distancing himself from her!
"If not for Meng Xi'er, I wouldn't be at odds with my senior brother. Lu Yebai, tell me, isn't this your fault? You failed to control your woman, letting her flirt around with others. Now, aren't you getting what you deserve?"
Lu Yebai listened to her rant coldly and shot back: "Crazy, sick."
