Qin Yuan suddenly said, "I recently stumbled upon a rare book, written by Zhang Chao in his leisure, titled 'Dream Shadow.' It speaks of ten hates in leisure, very intriguing, so I committed it to memory. That day, when I heard Brother Zichuan lamenting the hates in his heart, I borrowed from it."
Wang Zichuan's urgent desire to defend himself instantly eased considerably, and he followed up with a smile: "These ten hates of leisure are indeed elegant, quite befitting the title. Young Master Nantang has referred to it very skillfully."
Qin Yuan said earnestly, "In this world, love and hate, passions and grudges are inevitable, particularly for a hero such as Brother Zichuan."
Wang Zichuan's smile became more relaxed: "I merely hate being helpless, unable to stand uprightly between heaven and earth."
Qin Yuan frowned: "This matter of hate is actually not difficult. I feel Brother Zichuan is restricting himself too much."
Wang Zichuan's expression showed a hint of defiance.
