Zhou Yan looked at Jiang Yuning with a calm gaze, his expression growing even colder.
Jiang Yuning's face appeared somewhat pale, which added a unique sense of morbid beauty to her serene and elegant demeanor, evoking an involuntary desire to protect her.
However, Zhou Yan felt no such desire to protect, as he disliked living amidst deceit.
Especially when the person he admired most turned out to be the initiator of a plan.
"I'm sorry, but until just before dawn today, I didn't even know who I was. At dawn, I suddenly awoke and regained my past life's memories, becoming aware of my identity as the Holy Daughter."
Jiang Yuning explained softly.
Her eyes were gentle, carrying a hint of grievance, as she looked at Zhou Yan with deep affection, seemingly hoping for his forgiveness.
"Is being the Holy Daughter all there is to it?"
Zhou Yan said indifferently.
