"Wenjing, this is what you lost. Here, take it, and don't lose it again."
After Ye Haochuan led Zhu Wenjing into the room, he took out a Misty Purple Robe emitting a misty purple aura, the very robe Zhu Wenjing had left behind when she departed.
"I don't want it. You can give it to those women of yours!"
Zhu Wenjing's eyes reddened instantly. She pushed Ye Haochuan's hand away, emphasizing the words "those women of yours" heavily, which showed how much this matter bothered her.
"Ah, Wenjing, do you know? I have my difficulties too. Each of them has shared hardships with me; each of them has experienced a lot with me."
Ye Haochuan sighed, then draped the Misty Purple Robe over Zhu Wenjing. Zhu Wenjing trembled for a moment but did not resist.
She stood there silently, staring at Ye Haochuan with a gaze that could break hearts, making him feel deeply pained. But Ye Haochuan had to continue speaking.
