"General Gu, Xinxin is such an excellent woman. I admit I have feelings for her, but they're within the bounds of affection and propriety, without any disgraceful actions," Song San curled the corner of his mouth, "So why take it so much to heart?" He knew Yang Ruxin's potion must be something good, so even if he had to forgo his dignity, he wanted to strive for it, "Is it a lack of confidence or distrust in Xinxin?"
"It has nothing to do with that, Song San, to be honest with you, if you really did something, we wouldn't be talking so calmly now," Gu Qingheng also curled the corner of his mouth, "we'd fight to the bitter end instead."
Song San looked at Yang Ruxin.
Yang Ruxin leaned beside Gu Qingheng, not speaking, nor looking at Song San, appearing extremely well-behaved.
"Alright," Song San finally sighed, "It's my own recklessness." With that, he cupped his fist, "Then, let's say goodbye here."
"I hope we never meet again." Gu Qingheng also cupped his fist.
