Seeing the worry on Yilan's face for Song Xiaoxiao and the others, Zhou Yan knew that she was still harboring old affections.
Previously, witnessing the suffering and tribulations that Song Xiaoxiao and her companions went through had undoubtedly been satisfying, but hearing their agonized moans had left Yilan somewhat conflicted.
She lingered not far in front of Zhou Yan, hesitant to leave, unsure whether or not to intercede on their behalf again.
"Actually, you see, they have accepted their fate, haven't they?"
Zhou Yan said with an indifferent smile.
"Accepted their fate..." Yilan was a bit dazed.
Zhou Yan sighed softly and said, "Yes, acceptance. I'm teaching them to accept their fate. Sometimes, resisting destiny can be seen as the act of a defiant genius; but other times, resistance without acknowledging one's fate leads down a dead end, just like now."
