He Jitang put down the pen in his hand.
He lifted his robe and sat down on the pear wood chair.
He wore a dark robe, his complexion fair, exuding a frail beauty.
He Jitang toyed with the cinnabar on his wrist, pondering for a moment before saying, "Let's delay it for now. Day by day, I trust Ruanruan will find a way to handle it."
Shen Ci felt sad.
He whispered, "In the past, when Jitang and I accomplished great feats, it was so glorious and joyful, but today..."
He Jitang was momentarily dazed.
He looked down at the string of cinnabar, murmuring, "Yes, indeed it was joyous! But Shen Ci... having someone I love means I have something to care about. The sins I committed in the past, Ruanruan doesn't like them very much, and I don't want her to be unhappy either!"
In the end, he was heartbroken and gently closed his eyes, saying, "She wants me to surrender, and once everything settles down, I'll do it willingly."
He also wanted Shen Ci to leave him.
Shen Ci refused.
