Du Wei had never thought of returning Ling Hua's agarwood wooden plaque. Whether in the past or now, over these years, he had never considered that the plaque was the faith that kept him alive despite the pain all over his body.
So, after Ling Hua said it out loud, he fell silent for a long time.
Ling Hua could not read anything from Du Wei's face, but his somber aura let her sharply sense that he seemed quite reluctant to part with that agarwood wooden plaque.
Actually, it was just a plaque, and she did not strictly need it. The things she gave away in the past, she never intended to take back. But if she wanted to smoothly make him release Wangshu, Liuli, and the others, she wouldn't be soft-hearted in setting up traps and schemes.
Du Wei was silent for a long time, and indeed, just as she had hoped, he looked into her eyes and said, "That wooden plaque has been with me for many years. Do you really need it back? What if I refuse to give it to you?"
