"I won't write it."
She hadn't done anything wrong, so why should she write a self-criticism? She couldn't let her guilt trick her into falling for his ploy.
She stood up to leave, and this time, Shang Hexing didn't stop her, only saying as she turned to go, "Don't you want to hear what I have to say?"
Wen Zhi hesitated.
She turned back around, looked at Shang Hexing's rigid, upright silhouette, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately walked back to him.
She sat down, her almond-shaped eyes gazing at him, "You speak, I'll listen, but I won't write it down as a self-criticism."
She was actually curious to hear what he could say to bewitch her further.
After all, having learned the truth behind their continued relationship, there was always a knot in her heart. If what he said next couldn't convince her, then it would be better for her to leave.
She certainly couldn't wait for her grandfather to pass away and then get married.
That would be utterly unfilial.
