"No," Song Yuanming shook his head. All he had wanted from the beginning was to prove his innocence and incidentally retrieve his own pen. He didn't care about anything else, especially whether Liao Shixing apologized or not.
Yet Xu Xiuxiu's straightforward and relaxed handling of the situation today had left a profound imprint on Song Yuanming's heart, even though it appeared effortless throughout. The events of the day had made him acutely aware of the taste of wealth and power from a lofty perspective, leading him to embark on a splendid path beyond the reach of ordinary people.
On the road to growth, everyone is more or less aided by someone who fuels the journey. Monumental in forging Song Yuanming's ambition to strive forward was undoubtedly today's oppression, sinking him into the mud, and the moments he stood tall and supported by Xu Xiuxiu.
