Back then, she didn't kill her, letting her remain in that human hell—was it really a mistake?
Sui Yi lowered her head, subconsciously glancing at the Demon Que hanging on the wall...
The feeling from that sword stroke lingered, fearing it'd be unforgettable for a lifetime.
On the eve of her departure for the United Kingdom, a guest arrived.
That night, amidst a torrential downpour, Yue Beiqing, holding an umbrella, entered the main hall, handed the umbrella to the butler, and walked into the warmth of the indoors, seeing Sui Yi in ivory slippers and floor-length trousers.
Her thin V-neck linen shirt laid bare her frailty and slender figure.
"Miss Sui looks much weaker than she did three months ago," Yue Beiqing took off her coat, walking towards Sui Yi.
"Considering your severe injuries haven't healed, why trouble yourself with another messy trip to the United Kingdom?"
