Baili An earnestly said, "Miss Yin, you are a person who always seeks revenge."
Yin Baishuang scoffed, her smile tinged with a chilling malice, "If he were to die just like that, wouldn't it be too easy for him? I've wandered alone in this vast world for two hundred years, deeply understanding the taste of restlessness without a place to call home. I've endured this bitterness; how could Meng Zifei simply die in peace?"
Through the murky sky light pouring down from the heavens, Baili An clearly saw the deep despair in her eyes, those dull, directionless eyes that seemed to no longer distinguish the days.
"If he were an absolute evil-doer, killing him with one stroke would indeed be clean and save trouble, but unfortunately, he is not. Meng Zifei has always wanted to be a gentleman, but his selfish desires are too strong; he wants to be a villain, yet his obsessions are too deep. In the end, he is but an ordinary person with both evil and good in his heart."
