Lu Hechen's eyes flickered slightly, a glimmer of light flashing by.
The sight of Weilan hurrying to console him shook him to his core, leaving him deeply moved.
This girl before him, so aloof toward everyone else, was now showing him an unprecedented warmth that surpassed that for all others.
Seeing him silent, she grew a bit agitated, "Without Qin Meifen, how could you have resorted to such a strategy? You wouldn't have thought of faking your death if it hadn't been a last resort. Dad has his own responsibility—for marrying a new wife, for failing to protect you; he bears a certain amount of blame for everything."
"That's true, but after all, it started because I fell ill," Lu Hechen said.
Weilan shook her head, "Then tell me, can you give up your plan because of this?"
Lu Hechen was startled and shook his head.
"Even if you give up, can you make Qin Meifen give up on the idea of going against you?" Weilan's tone was sharp, direct, and keen.
