"Punishment?" Gu Shengyin lightly murmured these two words.
That clear, cold voice was like a fine hook, snagging Ying Qi's heart, keeping it suspended, unable to let go.
She knelt on the icy white jade floor, on an early spring night, still carrying the lingering chill of winter, seeping into her body from her knees.
She didn't know what kind of ordeal awaited her.
"Rest assured, punishment will not be lacking for you."
With one sentence, the last shred of hope in her heart was completely crushed.
Ying Qi obediently lay on the floor, waiting for her master to continue speaking what was left unsaid.
"What I just mentioned, is a trivial matter. Ying Qi, have I ever treated you unwell?" Gu Shengyin suddenly asked.
It seemed like just a casual question she remembered, but it made the already guilty-hearted Ying Qi jump.
Ying Qi pressed her head against the icy floor, hearing her own calm voice: "Master has been exceedingly kind to Ying Qi."
