Blood continuously dripped from Xue Wanqing's palm.
Her gaze was fixed intently on the desecrated graveyard before her.
Her face bore an expression that was a mix of anger and coldness, a chilling coldness that made Ye Chenfeng, standing beside her, furrow his brows.
The look in Xue Wanqing's eyes was becoming calmer, an unnaturally composed expression that suggested she might descend into madness if unchecked, possibly turning into a mere killing machine.
A strong murderous aura surged around her, her silk clothes fluttered with the breeze, and she seemed completely oblivious to Ye Chenfeng standing beside her.
Ye Chenfeng couldn't let Xue Wanqing's emotions spiral out of control; otherwise, things would become irreparable. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her to face him.
