"Does it hurt?"
The chairman halted his chanting and asked with interest.
"To say it doesn't, surely would be a lie." A serene smile appeared: "It's just that the world is drenched in rain, all things live precariously, no one bears more burdens for me, I have long hidden my sadness."
"More than being hurt, I'm curious. What kind of offer must have been made, and by whom, to make Wu Zhiqi betray me, betray the tribe, betray his hatred?"
The chairman laughed: "Not all fish wish to live in the same sea; perhaps he just fell for Yanjing's sweet bananas, or maybe he just wanted to forget his hatred... But no matter, when he chose to betray us, it meant he believed leaving us would grant him a better life."
