Hearing this, Qin Qingluo lifted her head to look.
From the very first meeting, the more she came into contact with him, the more Qin Qingluo felt that Chen Yi was someone she sometimes understood, and sometimes utterly could not.
He was like some fickle whore whose thoughts drifted everywhere, his actions rarely followed any common logic; call him a lust-crazed hungry ghost and you wouldn't be wrong, yet he let the tiger back to the mountain; say he was riddled with old and new grudges and you wouldn't be wrong, yet he kept tangling, never letting go. His heart's path was riddled with contradictions—he dared to touch her reverse scale, and yet… he was afraid…
Afraid that if he grew too close to her, he would be devoured by her until not even his bones remained.
Qin Qingluo seemed to catch something, and suddenly found it funny.
