"What do you know about harm?" Gong Beiyao's voice was hoarse as he interrupted Beitang, his reply ice-cold, "Living a life without worries about food and clothing, never having truly loved, what gives you the right to speak of harm?"
True harm... is something you can't put into words...
Even if you're in so much pain that you're close to dying, you still can't make a sound.
There's no way to explain it to anyone, nobody else could understand him because it was enough for him to bear it alone!
Beitang's pupils suddenly constricted.
"I don't understand! I've never experienced any setbacks, nor do I have the right to judge whether what you're doing is right or wrong. I just hope you remember how crazy you went before, and how long you were in despair after losing her!"
Gong Beiyao's complexion turned pale as his eyes widened.
Beitang continued speaking:
