"Qingluo, do you feel the pain here?"
Yun Qingluo was quivering in pain, as a cold sweat broke out uncontrollably on her forehead, "Stop… Stop! You have to stop…"
The man stopped, "Now you understand the pain?"
"Who… Who exactly are you? You are not my… my puppet!" Panicked, she was overcome with terror. She tried to control him with her puppet techniques, but nothing happened.
"Qingluo, I am." The man sighed, "But I do have another master. Qingluo, I have been by your side for almost two years. I do have feelings for you. You are not destined to be with the man, so why don’t you take me instead? You see, I can comfort you, I can please you, I can make you happy. My looks and my spirit resemble him. Am I in any way inferior to him?"
Yun Qingluo closed her eyes, "But you are still not him! Other than your looks, nothing else about you resembles him! You are incomparable to him!"