"Madam, why do you insist that I gouge out my eye? I have treated her with true affection, yet why does she... why does she always want to hurt me?"
His feelings abruptly cooled. Remembering the many things within the manor, Li Xian barely managed to get by against Wen Caishang's countless schemes.
He could not help but wonder how Wen Caishang truly viewed him. If she considered him a lover, why force him to gouge his eye? If she saw him as a tool, what use was there in keeping him by her side?
His passion was like fire, instantly doused with cold water. He found it hard to comprehend Wen Caishang's complicated heart, only thinking that she remained unchanged: cold, indifferent, full of calculations.
Naturally cheerful, yet deeply saddened.
