Xie Lian’s expression and tone grew solemn. “Miss, I may not be a saint, but I still know a faithful heart. If I did not love someone, I would never cross any such lines with them,” he said sternly. “If I did, I would never allow that person to suffer any speck of grief, even if I had to beg and collect scraps, or busk and perform on the streets to support my family. You are in the Palace of Divine Might; do not speak falsehoods.”
