"Just pretend you never came, and pretend I never saw you today."
People often used "sword-tongued and arrow-mouthed" to describe the sharpness of words. Li Mu Yang's words had stabbed into Qian Du's heart like blades, spears, and daggers.
Because she had received the most orthodox courtly education, the Ying Clan had raised her according to the standards of a future empress. Thus, from childhood until now, she had never known what tears were.
But when she heard Li Mu Yang say those words, she felt deeply wronged and unbearably hurt.
It was as if a massive stone were pressing against her chest, while a raging current surged toward her nose. Her eyes reddened, and tears burst from them just like that, one after another, quickly dripping down her cheeks.
Qian Du wanted to turn and leave, but reason made her stay.
Sometimes, staying behind required more courage than leaving.
"Li Mu Yang, do you really intend to walk yourself into a dead end? Have you spared no thought for how you'll end things afterward?"
Li Mu Yang remained silent.
"Have you thought about your parents and family? About your younger sister, Sinian? About your friends and the Lu Clan's direct line, who are still waiting bitterly in Wind City for you to return? They're all human. If you bury all these thousands of people, then afterward—afterward, you'll never be able to go back. There'll never be any path to reconciliation."
"I want my parents and family. I want Sinian. I want to return and reunite with them—but they forced me into this." Li Mu Yang gritted his teeth as he spoke. He knew that Qian Du truly cared about him and was thinking of him in every way. She did not want him to stray down the wrong path