Du Changqing actually thought that Wu Youcai had taken the initiative to seek poison from her.
Indeed, in Du Changqing's eyes, there was no reason, she had no reason at all to encourage Wu Youcai to take his own life.
"Scholar Wu as well!" Du Changqing licked her lips, chastising with vexation, "Why think of taking poison in his dwelling, it's confusing! Even if he felt utterly disillusioned, there's no need to disregard his own life to such an extent."
Lu Tong's gaze shifted slightly, she said calmly, "To the poor who have nothing, facing death is to shed the word 'detest.' To the rich who have everything, facing death comes with the word 'reluctance.' To shed 'detest' feels like a weight has been lifted; to carry 'reluctance' is like bearing shackles."
Du Changqing replied irritably, "Don't be so literary, I don't understand."
