"Or is it that… other than killing me, you simply have no idea what else to do with me?"
When the words fell, there was no response.
The tall woman fell visibly silent, yet the look in her eyes remained contemptuous.
After a long while, the corner of her lips hooked up; amused, she said, "A trace of heart-demon born of love—I of course know of it."
"…But you look as though you've only just realized," Chen Yi replied with leisurely interest.
A cold gleam burst forth from the vertical pupils of Qin Qingluo's eyes.
"You also knew that inch of the Medicine Buddha's Glazed Light couldn't be untouched, but you couldn't be sure, still less know it was a wisp of heart-demon. From beginning to end, you only vaguely sensed something was amiss."
He slowly laid bare the workings of her heart, and she answered with silence.
Only after a long time did she smile faintly and say, "Many thanks for the reminder. After I kill you, I'll look for a way to remove it."
