Beibao had resolved to face death, but the anticipated pain failed to arrive. She looked at the man across her with suspicion: "What method did you use? The tickets are useless, and the poison has lost its effect... Is all of this fake?"
"What do you think?" Xu Huo gestured for her to sit down, "You're alone, determined to carry on a surname, refusing others' invitations, willing to sacrifice your life; do you think what you're holding on to is real or fake?"
Beibao didn't move or speak. If she had the courage to face death, she obviously wouldn't be easily swayed.
"People who don't fear death need a reason to die, and those who don't fear living need a reason to live," Xu Huo continued, "The surname Gao must be your reason, but it seems you don't really want to live or die for this surname."
"What if it is? What if it's not?" Beibao countered.
"Why do you think Wan Yao tried so hard to force you and him together?" Xu Huo asked.
