Qin Mengsha looked at Qiao Zhiyi for a long time before smiling and saying, "Things have already reached this point, do you really think what you're saying still matters?"
"Why wouldn't it? The fact that you're sitting here right now is meaningful," Qiao Zhiyi pleaded earnestly. "Since you once deeply loved Shi Jingzhou, you shouldn't let him bear a criminal name. Since you've also contributed your bravery to this country, you shouldn't leave it riddled with holes. You once had passionate blood and a pure heart, you are inherently kind, and hold great love in your heart."
"Qin Mengsha, I believe you don't want the person you once loved, the country you loved, to be ravaged by others," Qiao Zhiyi said, becoming somewhat agitated.
Qin Mengsha's gaze shifted slightly.
