"So you're asking me if I feel disgusted by stumbling upon you and Suo Ningbing's affair?" Zhi Yan Princess looked at Suo Lun and said, "You're giving me too much credit, as well as lifting me too high. My emotions haven't evolved to that point. As for your question of whether I would reject marrying you because of the scandalous affair between you and my sister, you're overestimating me. In matters of men and women, I, a freak on the food chain of gender, have no choice. Right now, I'm like a traveler trapped in the vast desert, with only your ladle of water to drink."
Suo Lun said, "That metaphor isn't quite right, it should be likened to being in the middle of a river. Other women can easily scoop up water to drink, while you have none, because what you want is a ladle of poison, and it so happens that I am that ladle of poison."
Zhi Yan nodded and said, "Yes, your metaphor is indeed more apt."
