Shen Qingqiu burst into laughter. “Why does Zhangmen-shixiong say such ludicrous things? What’s happened has happened! I’ve already ‘considered’ it hundreds and thousands of times! There is no ‘if,’ no ‘in the beginning’—there was never any chance of redemption!” Yue Qingyuan slowly raised his face. Shen Qingqiu knew that saying those words was as good as taking a knife and stabbing it into Yue Qingyuan’s chest.
