The gentle moonlight reflected on Sifuer's demon horn, revealing a touch of melancholy on her delicate profile. Even Xia Yu beside couldn't help being moved by this exotic charm, let alone Pei Yan, a young man with fierce vigor. At this moment, Pei Yan, who was staring blankly, felt a pain in his waist, turned to look at Xia Yu who was elbowing him in his waist as she whispered in Mandarin: "Why do you ask? There must be more to it!"
Pei Yan snapped back to his senses, the constant busyness of recent days had made his mind a muddle. He blurted out without much thought and hurriedly said, "If Miss Sifuer has any unspoken matters, you don't have to say, I'm just casually asking."
Sifuer chuckled at his words, shaking her head, "There's nothing unspeakable, really, it's just a grudge held in my heart."
