"Wait! You mean even if you die, you won't resent me?! You only want me to send a pot of chrysanthemums to the prison for Ding Dian to see?!" Murong Fu's voice held a strange blend of bewilderment and doubt.
"Yes, I won't resent you, as long as you keep sending chrysanthemums to the prison. It won't be for long; Ding Dian's hand and foot tendons have already been severed, and he doesn't have much time left." Turning her back to the two of them, Juyou pleaded with Murong Fu, tears already streaming down her face as she sobbed.
"I see. I understand now. You mean that for your young mistress, Ding Dian is a matter of stubborn persistence, of rebellion and holding out against family pressure, whereas your love for Ding Dian is undying and unacknowledged!" Murong Fu said softly.
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