"Ximo, you're very lucky. You've had a smooth youth, getting whatever you wanted. All those nasty matters of the Zhao Family, they were all faced by Zhao Hanchen. You lack nothing. I used to envy you, and when Wanting fell in love with you, my envy grew. But beyond that, I didn't plan to do anything."
The cigarette in Zhao Ximo's fingertips was almost burnt to the end, its ashes falling with the wind and snow, soaking into the pristine snow, leaving traces of grey ash behind.
Zhao Ximo looked at Wei Tingyao without uttering a word.
"But what have you done? You've treated her like an object, placed at Yuxian in the name of protection, when in reality, it's your greed. You want everything," Wei Tingyao's words were sharp: "Ximo, I'm not like you. I can be content with just Wanting. Apart from her, I didn't want anything else."