To yearn for sincerity, to know the beauty of sincerity, yet indulging in a life of deceit to destroy sincerity—such is the contradiction of humanity.
Lin Ping's voice was slightly choked as she murmured, "Seeing Li Wancheng so joyful made me happy for him too. When you like someone, you empathize with their happiness and sorrow."
Li Yawei, who was listening, ground her teeth in secret.
She hadn't let down her guard for a second.
Given her past personality, knowing the murderer of her mother, she would have immediately invested all her efforts into investigating Lin Ping's whereabouts, but she hadn't!
How could she leave?
Now that Shen Yue had put himself in danger for her, although Lin Ping seemed calm on the surface, when the map is exhausted the dagger is revealed; bloodshed is often the end result. She had to ensure Shen Yue's safety.