Xu Ke stood in the room, silently watching the hunched figure of Chu Tianyang, without saying a word, nor leaving. He was waiting, waiting for the final deadly blow, the last gift he would leave for the father and daughter before leaving Shangjing.
After a while, Chu Lian gradually stopped crying. Her vision was blurred by tears, but her mind was unprecedentedly clear. With a hoarse voice carrying a heavy nasal tone, she asked, "Xu Ke, are you still outside?"
"Yes."
"I have something to ask you. Please, you must tell me the truth."
"Sure."
"Have you been using me all along? Everything you've shown, was it all to get close to me and use me?" Chu Lian took a deep breath and asked.
"Yes." Xu Ke replied without any hesitation.
"Since when? When did this use begin?" Chu Lian asked with a trembling, choked voice.
