Obviously what he took from Di Feisheng was the Wangchuan flower and whatever he might have used it for if it hadn't been for Li Lianhua. What he took, also, was the fight with Li Xiangyi the other man is still so fixated on that not even a veiled plea in the wedding chamber could sway him from it. That's not hard to know, when you think about it.

He doesn't want to hear this. He doesn't want, no, he can't bear yet another person's grief for Li Xiangyi. He'd put every last shred of sincerity he could gather into his letter and it still wasn't enough? Will it ever be enough? Di Feisheng speaks of making the mistake of trusting him and he barely feels the sting of failing a man who'd been failed more than enough already. He's simply too tired of blames being placed, whether that be on his or Di Feisheng's shoulders.

Can't they just pretend it didn't happen? Just for the handful of days he's got left anyway? The last time I saw you... The small pained knot between Li Lianhua's eyebrows suddenly lifts and he turns to face Di Feisheng, expression open and a little puzzled. "Eh? What do you mean? I really didn't think going after Fang Xiaobao was a good idea, everyone could use a little space after all that mess. Was I wrong?"