"I can save her."
She gazed directly at the woman, no longer silent and tongue-tied as she had been years before, avoiding the other's meaningful look.
The plum blossoms of Luomei Peak were vibrant and passionate. Where she once felt terrified by the blood-colored plum blossoms, now she was calm inside.
"I've saved many people. Wu Youcai, He Xiu, Lin Danqing's aunt, Pei Yunshu, the common people of Su Nan... And I will save even more in the future."
Lu Tong said, "I can save myself."
Lady Yun looked at her: "What are you clinging to? This filthy mundane world, with its fickle human hearts, why do you still linger?"
"I have indeed seen many indifferent people," Lu Tong struggled free from her grasp, "but I've also met a lot of good people."
She had met many good people.
