Jiang Chen was stunned.
Liang Yiyi had saved him, but in doing so, had transformed into an old woman.
A dull ache throbbed in his heart.
But Liang Yiyi had left him without another word.
She had even become a disciple of the Yunling Saintess.
He gazed at Moyun Mountain before him.
By now, he could no longer see Liang Yiyi.
"Yiyi, you're not my Maid. You never were."
Standing on Moyun Mountain before the Cloud-Rubbing Cave, tears streamed endlessly down Liang Yiyi's face.
She couldn't bear to leave Jiang Chen, but she was so hideous now. 'I don't want him to see me like this.'
Her heart was in agony.
But upon hearing Jiang Chen's words, Liang Yiyi suddenly asked, "Then what am I to you?"
She desperately hoped for an answer that would thrill her, though she knew it was just a fanciful dream.
But if it were possible, she wanted to be more than just a Maid; she wanted to be someone Jiang Chen cared for.
Jiang Chen said in a deep voice, "You are... the one I love."
