Shi Wangyue paused slightly, then closed his eyes again, "Anyway, everyone says that I have a body of iron and steel, a heart of stone, and nothing can break me."
Shi Wangyue's words were sharp, but his tone was low, as if filled with sadness.
Listening to this, Ze Wu felt his heart tremble.
His inner guilt wasn't just a little by now, but rather, he felt as if he was being overwhelmed by a surging sea of guilt.
"How can you say such things about yourself? You know what people outside think."
He walked a few steps behind Shi Wangyue, reached out to hold his shoulder, and with his fingers began to knead it randomly, "Someone who rarely gets angry usually has more aces in their hand. Conversely, if a person easily loses their temper, it means their hand is already devoid of aces, leaving only temper as their capability. People become emotionally agitated and lose their temper because it's a helpless act. As rulers, we should be magnanimous and forgive these bronzes."
