Her smile blossomed like flowers, logic clear, calmly outputting:
"If that's true, it only reveals the most sorrowful and laughable reality behind your perfect, elegant exterior."
The orange hues of the evening breeze swept by, as Miss Luojia's silver-white hair spread through the twilight sky like willow catkins or first snow, fluttering aloft. Standing there with a smile upon the steps, resplendent radiance cascaded along her snowy cheek profile, etching this scene into everyone's eyes, while her cool voice slowly rose,
"After all, Mr. An Su chose me at that ceremony, not you."
"Am I right, Your Highness Prince Cersei?"
She spoke with a smile, blinking, "Even if you sold your body twenty-one thousand six hundred times, even after such sacrifice and debasement, even having gone to such lengths, Mr. An Su still chose me, not you."
—"Doesn't this precisely expose your most laughable, pitiable, ugliest, and most foolish side?"
