Weilan chuckled lightly, "Blame you for what? You did it for my sake, why would I blame you? Besides, they are so cold-hearted and ruthless. Playing Mother Teresa would be disgusting, don't you think?
Kindness, to me, always needs to be measured.
I won't provoke trouble, but I'm definitely not afraid of it. Giving them the right to insult me over and over is like giving them the permission to destroy me – why would I do such a thankless task?
You've done very well. You did what I wanted to do but didn't have the ability to yet."
Lu Hechen turned to look at Weilan again, his gaze falling on her petite, intelligent face. She looked resolute, without any hesitation or uncertainty.
Weilan is a woman who clearly knows the difference between gratitude and grudges, decisive and uncomplicated.
He sighed softly in his heart, took Weilan's small hand, and held it tenderly, his deep eyes twinkling with a smile at her permission and understanding.
Finally, he felt at ease.
