The answer is obvious; Lu Chuan doesn't even need to reply, Ye Chongshan knows it deep down.
Years ago, he and his wife abandoned their two-year-old daughter, Ye Jiaxin, and took their own lives together. Jiaxin was raised by her grandfather, and any memory of her parents came only from others' descriptions. To say she wasn't resentful would be a lie.
"Back then... Forget it, I won't talk about it. I've wronged Jiaxin, and I've wronged Ying Nu. Right now, this state of hovering between life and death is the best punishment for me."
"Can I ask why? I'm curious. What is it that makes you unwilling to resurrect and face all of this? Do you not love Nalan Xuan?"
Ye Chongshan shook his head and said gravely, "No, my feelings for her are genuine. We were once deeply in love; I don't deny our past."
"Then why is this?"
