"Weilan, must you speak to me in such a cold manner?" Lu Heyan's tone was filled with pain.
"If I don't speak to you like this, should I be gentle and tender instead?" Weilan retorted.
Lu Heyan looked at her, his eyes brimming with sorrow, and with a gaze full of pain, he stared at Shen Weilan, saying word by word, "Weilan, can this really be the only way for us?"
"Yes!"
"But my brother is already dead!" Lu Heyan roared.
Weilan looked at him, frowning, "Lu Heyan, you can scream all you want, if you feel that others still don't know you can just announce your brother's issue to the whole world!"
Lu Heyan's eyes became fixed, "Weilan, open the door, let's go inside and talk!"
He knew that none of these things could be known by anyone.
Weilan looked at him, speaking coldly, "There's no need. Just go!"
Lu Heyan didn't leave, and the two of them were at a standoff at the entrance of the Embroidery Workshop.
Many passing people were looking over.