"The risk of kidnapping is greater than the risk of setting fire to Fushan. Between two evils, we should choose the lesser one. Besides, just looking at Fushan irritates me; better to burn it clean," Luo Zheng patiently explained, picking up his tea and drinking.
"That makes some sense," Lan Xue hadn't expected Luo Zheng to come up with two plans and couldn't help but laugh, like an orchid in a valley after the rain—elegant, serene, fragrant without losing luminosity. She watched Luo Zheng intently, her face flushing slightly, lost in thought.