Ren Zhong suddenly looked at him sadly, "Old Ma."
"Hm?"
"Do you trust me?"
"If I don't trust you, who else can I trust now? These citizens are really... sigh!"
Ren Zhong took a deep breath, "I don't know how to tell you this, all I can do now is promise you. No matter what happens between us next, you can be angry, you can hate me, you can even have Ma Xiaoling kill me. But I hope you'll only show anger and never reveal all that we have planned together. Don't let it come to a dead end with me."
Ma Dafu, a smart man, was taken aback, staring at Ren Zhong, "What do you mean?"
Ren Zhong met his gaze, eyes full of unspoken words, yet only understood without being said.
Sometimes, not speaking conveys feelings more than words can.
