The room was steeped in silence, where the drop of a pin could be heard. Zheng Nianru was anticipating an answer, but with the answer from her past life already known, what was there left to look forward to?
Zheng Nianru let out a laugh, unwilling to wait for Zheng Congyuan's lengthy discourse from a moral high ground—those doctrines of family virtues, state affairs, each word making her feel breathless. Zheng Nianru wanted to leave, finding herself inexplicably doing so, as senseless as the things she did that day.
She wanted to see how Zheng Congyuan would react upon her death. In this life, she was determined not to die after Zheng Congyuan.
