"I…" Ji Baiwei's eyes widened, and her mind raced.
"Look!" Han Zhao continued, "Then perhaps the truth is that I was threatened. If I save you, you will die instead, and I will die too! You look like you're in danger, but there's actually no danger at all. It's just that you thought you were in danger, and I left you in the lurch. You can't just look at the surface of everything. Otherwise, you will easily treat good people as bad people and bad people as good people!"
"I understand."
"For example, because of your cousin, you misunderstood me as Han Cheng. If I was very weak, would you have stabbed me to death back then? This way, there would be one less good person in the world! Right?!" Han Zhao's expression was extremely serious.
"I'm… I'm sorry." Ji Baiwei lowered her head in shame.
"It's okay. I've never held a grudge." Han Zhao gently patted the back of Ji Baiwei's head.