C223 A long history of resentment

"You already know the answer, why ask me?" Frowning, Song Ziyang's voice was as clear as water. Although he felt that his words were painful, he still chose to speak the truth.

"You're right, I want to deceive myself."

As his voice fell, he closed his eyes in great grief.

Jiang Juan asked if she knew that this poison wasn't that easy to cure, and she was also in danger right now