From childhood to adulthood, she had never known a mother's love. But at least her grandfather had held her in the palm of his hand and cherished her dearly.
Her mother, however, had been utterly alone!
Only now did Qian Renxue suddenly understand why her mother hated her so deeply—her very existence constantly reminded her of that humiliating past she could not bear to recall. Every meeting was like viciously tearing open a scar that had yet to heal.
She knew her mother's temperament all too well. She was so proud and unyielding; if Qian Renxue herself had suffered such an experience, she likely would have carried that resentment for the rest of her life, unable to let it go.
Qian Renxue turned to look at Ye Feiyang in her arms, warmth suddenly flooding her heart. She felt incredibly fortunate. No matter when or where, as long as she saw him, all the restlessness and hostility in her heart would vanish without a trace. She was even willing to put away all her sharp edges and accept every imperfection he had.
The feeling had come so suddenly that even she found it unbelievable. Yet this man had truly given her so many things she had never possessed before—and, more than anything, an unprecedented sense of security.
As Ye Feiyang held the soft body in his arms, a name from ten thousand years in the future inexplicably flashed through his mind: Ye Guyi...
So the Angel Martial Soul would ultimately still be passed down. Then would Qian Renxue, whose divine position had been shattered, eventually be reduced to a breeding tool for inheriting the martial soul?
Thinking of this, Ye Feiyang could not help feeling even more heartache for the girl in his arms.
He silently resolved that he would never