"We've accepted it."
"After all..."
"After all, living or dying, it's all about mindset, isn't it? Nothing is more sorrowful than a heart dead, these things happen everywhere, too much, far too much."
Yuchi surely understands. How could he not know Feng Zhaoyang's current feelings? But would he really just watch one of his few friends go to their death? That's certainly not okay, so he thought it over and still said, "Friend, are you sure she loves you?"
Feng Zhaoyang: "Certain."
Yuchi: "Why are you certain?"
Feng Zhaoyang: "..."
How to answer that, are you just being contrary? How do I know why I'm certain? Yet Feng Zhaoyang still looked unwavering, "I'm still certain, she must deeply love me, otherwise she wouldn't tell me so many things. You know, a courtesan wouldn't usually reveal her inner thoughts. Since she shared them with me, it must mean she loves me."
Yuchi: "Is that so? What if we wager on it?"
Feng Zhaoyang: "What's... the meaning?"
