"Nie Fengxing, tell me what to do. That man, he's a demon; he took everything from me. I've poured my soul into cultivation, fought to join the army, all for the sake of revenge. But I realized today that all of it has been for naught; I can't even protect the things most important to me."
Ye Huangyu cried like rain on pear blossoms, and Nie Fengxing stood at a loss. He thought for a moment, then reached out his arms.
But his arms were just held out there, not daring to touch Ye Huangyu's shoulder.
Nie Fengxing hated nothing more than men who cry like women at the drop of a hat.
During earlier training of the new recruits, anyone who dared shed a tear would be drilled into the ground by him.
But in the face of Princess Ye, all of this became an exception.
Nie Fengxing only knew, when he heard Princess Ye's sobbing, it cut his heart like a knife.
He even had the impulse to charge into the military barracks and kill Hong Fang, the one who angered Princess Ye.
