Lin Zhaoyue was filled with regret. She must have been blinded by greed back then, hoodwinked by Wen Yi into handing over her workshop, only to end up with nothing to show for it.
And Wen Yi? He had managed to claim Nishang with nothing but his silver tongue, and now the music score had fallen into his hands as well. What kind of logic was that?
Lin Zhaoyue had only loved Wen Yi for his dashing, refined image. Once he fell terminally ill and wasted away into a skeleton, that halo vanished, replaced only by her resentment. As for Wen Yi, he was spineless, always hiding in the background, letting others shoulder his burdens while he quietly kept his head down.
Chapter 235