Why did you tell him these things?
In his confusion, you told him the truth, then forced him to admit the reality that could not be changed after revealing the truth, making him recognize his own powerlessness.
"Because," she said, "I want to help you."
"Help me?"
Lu Tong gave a slight smile.
The coffin was black, the mourning drapes were white, the line between cold and warmth blurred. Her eyes and brows were incredibly beautiful under the light of the lamps, and the silk flower by her temple bloomed in a dazzlingly vivid manner. Like those evil spirits from tales of demons and the unusual, clad in the skin of beauties, who emerge from their books on a rainy day to make deals with mortals.
You know she has ill intentions, but you can't refuse.
