Seeing the clan leader unresponsive, tears welled up in Wen Xiao'ai's eyes, and she pleaded:
"I just want to see him and say a few words. I beg you."
The word "beg" was like a sharp knife stabbing into the clan leader's heart.
She pressed her lips tightly together, her grip on the staff constantly tightening, her breath almost erratic.
These days, she dared not come to see Wen Xiao'ai, fearing the sight of her in this state, fearing hearing her cries, fearing her own heart would soften despite trying so hard to be ruthless, ultimately leading to unbearable consequences.
She truly had no other solution.
She couldn't let her fall into an abyss from which there was no return; a thousand years ago, the entire Demon Realm couldn't protect her, how could the mere Cat Demon Clan possibly do so?
Enough, as long as she remains safe and sound, even if she hates her to death, it's accepted.
