"Ha..." Qianjun, leaning against the pillars of the pavilion, played with the jade flakes in his hands. The sadness on his eyebrows and his tired face made people feel distressed. His thin body was wrapped in a blue and white dress, which was still a generally cold color. He seemed not to notice the cool breeze. "Is it worth it... Tell me how to say it?"
Five years ago, I was the one who felt sorry for him, but now it's my own fault, so how can I say it's worth it...