When these words were spoken, Shen Wanqing's body stiffened for a moment.
Then she gently shook her head, a look of ridicule climbing into her eyes.
"Back then, you didn't want me to die; you wanted to keep me in the human world to torment and take revenge on me. But now, I have three children. I no longer need you, and I'm certainly not going to join you in burial."
As soon as those words were spoken, Pei Yu's blood-stained hand rested on Shen Wanqing's shoulder.
"So what should I do? If I die alone, it would be so lonely. And if I die, wouldn't that make you free?"
Shen Wanqing looked deeply at Pei Yu, then laughed and said, "I've always been free, haven't I?"
"As for you occasionally coming to my room before, I've also come to terms with it now. It's nothing more than taking what we need from each other."
She raised her hand and gently pushed Pei Yu's hand away.
