Her throat constricted with discomfort, and she softened her tone.
"Little Ren, are you doing okay?"
With a strangely twisted smile, Du Xiaoren, looking at Zhan Se who because of her pregnancy seemed even more plump and beautiful, had an expression uglier than crying, "Heh, does it look like I'm doing very well?"
Her rhetorical question caught Zhan Se off guard. Zhan Se furrowed her brows, unsure how to continue.
However, Du Xiaoren, while dragging her shackled feet, sat across from her, separated by a table, and began speaking voluntarily.
"I'm surprised you came to see me. I thought the next time I'd see you would be when I'm being buried, and if you were feeling merciful, you would place a bunch of perfumed lilies in front of my gravestone to congratulate me on my early death and transition."
Perfumed lilies were Du Xiaoren's favorite.
