She was quiet. She did not cry or make a fuss. She did not seem like a child who had just lost her mother at all, so silent that she resembled a puppet.
Then as the years went by, those quiet eyes slowly became more and more calculative, more and more frightful. Now, she had grown into a demon—a demon that she had no way of defeating.
Ye Lingzhi gritted her teeth. "I… know. I… will try…" she said, "Can I leave now?"
"Go ahead," Yue Tingfeng said, "We won't see you off though."
Ye Lingzhi immediately stood up. Her legs were weak, and she was wobbling as she walked out.
Out of the two people behind her, one was a demon, and the other was a poisonous snake. No matter which one of them chose to act, they were capable of making her dead body disappear right here and now.
Ye Lingzhi had never expected a man like Yue Tingfeng would devote himself wholeheartedly to Yan Qingsi, that he would do anything for her.