"So what if they are dead?" Lu Yin rolled her eyes, and her tone grew contemptuous. "So what if these women are dead? Why are you making a mess for women like them?"
"Like them?" Lu Yu's tone grew sombre as he continued looking at Lu Yin, who was becoming more and more like a stranger to him. She was his sister, and yet he realised that he did not even know her anymore. The woman had the same face as his sister, but at the same time, she did not seem like his sister at all. How could a person change so much in such a short span of time?
"Yeah, like them." Lu Yin's eyes were filled with a hint of contempt. "They are useless and have nothing to do in this world. It is good enough that they can serve these men and live a good life. So what if they died? It is a good thing. It's better for them to be dead than to stay alive. What are they going to do by living? They will only become a burden on our convoy—"
