Qin Hao smiled slightly and said, "That's more like it, isn't it? It's just a bit of a cliché story. Why not just get to the point and say it quickly!"
Butterfly, hearing this, immediately said angrily, "Hey! How can you be so cold-blooded? Cliché story? This is the most unforgettable memory of my life, and also my deepest pain!"
"You bastard, you're no different from Wang Hu. I'm not talking to you anymore, hmph!"
She turned away angrily, but Qin Hao couldn't help but laugh and then said, "I'm saying, look at you now, you're not that sad, are you?"
"Hatred is not a good thing. Excessive immersion in sorrow is even worse. I believe that if your master were still alive, she would want to see you like this, mentioning her in a normal tone but with a smile, filled with gentle memories. Apart from hatred and sorrow, your master would definitely want you to live like you do now, with joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, living a mundane but real life."
