He had hoped that King Jing would understand and believe even a little bit, and that his sincerity towards him would never change.
Now it seems that in King Jing's heart, he is probably just another liar named Ge Shu.
The son in King Jing's heart has turned into a wisp of cigarette smoke in the black fire, and all that remains is a habitual criminal who is good at deception.
Criminals don't even deserve to be called names.