Shen Wei turned her head upon hearing the words.
Crumbs of lotus pastry still clung to the corner of her mouth, and she held a half-eaten pink peach blossom pastry in her hand, leisurely sitting on the edge of the pavilion by the water. Her feet dangled carefreely, swaying back and forth.
There was not a trace of despair in her demeanor.
She was full of energy and vitality, her spirit shining brightly.
Zhang Yue was momentarily stunned. She had never expected Shen Wei to remain so composed even in the face of impending doom.
"Your end is near, and yet you still have the appetite to eat?" Zhang Yue was almost amused by her anger, feeling particularly irritated.
She wanted to see Shen Wei weeping in sorrow, not this lively and foolish display before her.
Shen Wei smiled faintly. "A person is made of iron, and food is steel. One must eat to have the strength to deal with matters."
