In the villa's living room, warm light filled the room, while night had already fallen outside the windows.
Ding Yumian sat on the spacious cream-colored sofa, her hands folded on her knees.
She wore a simple light-blue knit sweater, her long hair loosely tied behind her head, her expression calm and gentle.
Only upon close observation could one catch a faint, almost imperceptible trace within those deep eyes.
"To be honest, before I met Lord Fu Ye, I always believed I was someone the world had abandoned."
Ding Yumian spoke softly, her voice calm yet carrying a certain penetrating force.
"It wasn't ordinary loneliness, but the feeling of knowing you were standing at the edge of an abyss and could fall at any moment."
Mu Nujiao, seated opposite her, leaned forward slightly, her eyes filled with curiosity.
She wore a beige turtleneck sweater today, appearing especially soft beneath the lights.
Ai Tutu, meanwhile, was curled up on a single sofa beside them, hugging a cushion with the demeanor of an inquisitive child.
"Actually, I was born into an ordinary family, but when I was eight, my body underwent some changes."
Ding Yumian continued.
"Calling it a mutation isn't quite right. Mainly, I realized that my emotions were very difficult to control, and they could affect everyone around me."
Ai Tutu could not help asking, "Does that mean you've always been suppressing your emotions?"
Ding Yumian nodded with a bitter smile.
Mu Nujiao frowned slightly.
"That must have been painful."
"It was more than just painful."
Ding Yumian's voice lowered.
"Worse still, I couldn't control this ability. If Dean Xiao hadn't discovered it and stopped me in time, the people around me might have ceased to exist long ago."
She took a deep breath.
It was at this moment.
Fu Ye