At some unknown point, the old lady stood behind her, her voice loud and cold, "Do you regret it?"
Upon hearing the voice, Ye Ningyue instinctively reached out to wipe away her tears and got up to look at the old lady.
Did she regret it?
Yes, she did feel some regret.
However, she couldn't find a way out.
She lowered her head, unwilling to meet the eyes of the elderly woman.
The old lady reached out, lifted her chin, and made her face her directly.
The eighty-year-old woman, though hunched and unsteady, still had that inherent pride and toughness that couldn't be underestimated.
Her eyes, as sinister and cold as Satan's, stared deeply at Ye Ningyue, and she said in a deep voice, "I know it's excessive for me to force you like this, but not all girls in this world can marry Yue."
