Therefore, not all acts of chivalry benefit the weaker party; if handled poorly, they can only bring about more severe retaliation.

"If the road is uneven, someone will trample on it; if things are unfair, someone has to take care of them. Is it better to just stand by and watch them because you're afraid of everything?" Qin Su looked at Mo Lan, her tone unpleasant. "Although I can't save everyone, I'll save whoever I encounter. That's better than just talking the talk but not walking the walk."

“If you can’t guarantee that it will benefit the weak, you might as well not do anything.” Mo Lan glanced at the things scattered on the ground. There were many onlookers around, but no one dared to step forward.

"······"

Qin Su felt a sudden pause upon hearing Mo Lan's calm tone, and at the same time, a sense of frustration welled up within him. He had handled countless matters, big and small, without ever making a mistake, so why was it that in front of this woman, not a single thing he did was right?

When he met those overly calm eyes, he couldn't find the words to say.

Looking at the small vendor slumped on the ground, and at his relief at surviving the ordeal, he only breathed a sigh of relief after those spoiled brats had gone far away.

Qin Su's clenched fist suddenly loosened, and he suddenly understood everything, as if he had been enlightened.

He had oversimplified things. Mo Lan was right; because of their different perspectives, their attitudes towards things differed. What seemed like a simple matter to him could be solved with a flick of a finger, was an insurmountable challenge for the small vendor.

If he were born into an ordinary family, without power, influence, or vision, what would he use to fight back if he were bullied? Fight back physically? What would happen to his family? What would happen to his parents, wife, and children…?

In an instant, a jumble of thoughts flashed through Qin Su's mind.

In the instant he was distracted, Mo Lan walked up to the small vendor and helped him pick up his basket and the scattered trinkets.

"It's getting late, let's pack up and leave."

Mo Lan held a red cross knot in her hand, with a small triangular stone inlaid on it. Although it was of poor quality, the workmanship was still decent.

"This naked stone is well made; I'll buy one."

The peddler held his basket in one hand and a piece of broken silver in the other, his lips trembling as if he hadn't recovered from the shock. Only after Mo Lan's figure disappeared into the distance did he murmur two words.

"Thanks······"

Qin Su followed Mo Lan, watching her hang the pointer on her waist and wrap the cheap nude cloth around her fingers. His eyes were somewhat complicated. It wasn't until the two turned into a secluded alley that Qin Su finally couldn't help but walk around to her, grab her arm, and express his opinion.

Bang~

Mo Lan bumped into Qin Su's chest without warning, and stars popped into her head.

Qin Su froze, not daring to move for a moment; he hadn't used any force.

Isn't this girl usually quite strong?

Mo Lan was stunned by the impact, but what she felt most was the stinging sensation in her nose, and she almost couldn't hold back her tears.

My nose hurts so much, could it be that I broke it?

Mo Lan rubbed her nose and silently breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, she wasn't crippled.

Feeling someone nudging his chest, Qin Su stiffened even more. He looked down at Mo Lan's thick head, a faint fragrance wafting into his nose. His eyes widened instantly, only then realizing the awkwardness of their position.

Without thinking, he reached out and pushed the person away, his eyes filled with embarrassment and awkwardness.