"Mm..."
Suddenly, a cold wind swept in from all directions, and the frost on the ground thickened, lifting the hem of her fiery red dress slightly, like ripples of maple fire spreading across the lake. Her hair was tousled by the wind, with strands occasionally covering a faint hint of the mysterious Purple Extreme Intent on her brow.
She seemed to be in excruciating pain, unable to resist raising her hand to cover half of her face.
The Black Jade at her waist jangled softly. Yin Baishuang raised her exceptionally cold eyes, and they quickly reddened: "Him, where is he now?"
As the words fell, scarlet liquid trickled through her fingers, dripping onto the embroidered red shoes in front of her.
The empathy in the man's eyes deepened: "It seems that Young Palace Master Yin still can't give up. You need to hear the truth from that person's mouth before you believe it."
