In this situation, she looked at Qingluan with a slightly complex expression, because from her intermittent memories, she saw a man wrapped in bandages resembling a mummy lying on a jade bed, and she also saw the image of a woman having a fetus forcefully cut out of her womb.
These are things that can only be imprinted on the Divine Soul if seen in person, why? Why did she do this? What exactly happened to her, the story behind it all left her expression quite complex. Cen Yueyue was not stupid; her intelligence was in no way inferior to Jiang Feng's. She appeared somewhat naive now simply because her man was protecting her, so she didn't need to think too much.
"You..."
She revealed a smile.
The smile carried a hint of fatigue and weariness, not physical but mental, indicating that something had been weighing on her mind for a long time. Given her cautious nature, she ought to observe the other party more, but the issue was.
She had no time left.
