The crowd dispersed, and at this moment, his voice revealed fatigue and frustration.
The person he trusted and cherished, it turned out, was a complete deceiver. As one could imagine, for a long time to come, he would become the topic of gossip among the noble families of Ye City.
Jiang Yingying, after a moment of silence, raised her eyes shining brightly towards him and asked, "Brother Zhu, are you sad now?"
"Being deceived like this, shouldn't I be sad?"
"No, the sadness I mean is the kind where your heart feels like it's being cut with a knife, where you find life unbearable, where you feel it's so dark that you wish to bury yourself in a hole."
Zhu Biao glanced at Jiang Yingying, thinking her expression and words a bit strange.
The sun was high in the sky, and her face, lit by the noon sunlight, was like a peeled egg, revealing no flaws at all.
Especially her eyes, under the dazzling sunlight, were as clear as glass, as if they could see all the hidden sins in the world.
