"You saved Yue'er, brought Yue'er to the Capital City, and took great care of Yue'er along the way. Cousin, have you forgotten all of this?" Wen Shuyue cried out in utter despair.
Chu Jing stopped and looked at her, his expression cold. "If you weren't my mother's niece, do you think I'd care about you?" Whenever any relative of the Marquis Mansion encountered trouble, he was never stingy with his help—provided it didn't interfere with his own affairs.
Wen Shuyue froze. "What if I died, then?"
"Would you be sad for me? Would you stand before my grave, unwilling to leave?" She stared fixedly at Chu Jing, refusing to believe his words.
"If you actually died."
Chu Jing's words were colder than the bitter chill of midwinter, seeping into her bones with a piercing frost. "What does that have to do with me?" he said heartlessly. "For the sake of our family ties, the most I would do is ensure you aren't left to rot in the wilderness."
