"Senior Sister Ye clearly had many options back then. Even if she had sent that child to be raised in an ordinary family, it would have been better than pushing him into a desperate situation where he can neither love nor hate."
"If not for this cause and effect, their meeting today would have been as strangers. Whether he sought vengeance or intended to repay a favor, it all would have been much simpler."
Baili An had not expected Sister Wen, who was usually immersed in her cultivation, to be so objective. He smiled, about to say something, when an untimely, weak voice emerged: "Sister Wen usually doesn't say much, but today your words are particularly sharp, cutting to the heart. I have learned my lesson."
Ye Lian had woken up at some point, leaning against the cave's cold-proofed stones, her complexion nearly sickly white. Her brows, eyes, and lips were pale but maintained a tranquility as she looked at Wen Hanwei with a subtle, bitter smile that seemed hard to dispel.
