"Su Wenxin, have you ever loved me?"
"No."
"Ha... That's ridiculous." The young man in front of him stretched out his hand and wiped the blood from his forehead, sneered, and then stood up unsteadily with his sword, "You said in my words, Jun is Jun Zizhu, Zhu Wuxin... Don't you think it's ridiculous? Su Wenxin... Wenxin, Wenxin, on earth... Who is the unintentional person?"
Intention: Machiavellian