Ye Shaoxuan's grip on his chopsticks tightened involuntarily, then loosened. He tossed the chopsticks down and took a deep breath before finally calming himself.
"How could this happen?"
"When did it start? What caused it?"
"A long time ago." Su Qiao thought for a moment. "It must have been four or five years ago."
Back then, she had only been twelve or thirteen. One day, Old Poison Ghost had forced her to swallow some kind of poison. After she had writhed in agony on the floor all night, she had survived—but she had never been able to taste anything again.
At that time, she had lost the only pleasure in her life and devoted all her energy to cultivation and learning.
It was probably around then that she had secretly sworn in her heart that she would kill Old Poison Ghost and escape that demonic lair.
Ye Shaoxuan's expression turned solemn as he grabbed her wrist. "Did someone do something to you?"
She was so thin, her health was so poor, and she had even lost her sense of taste. Someone must have tortured her or something.
Ye Shaoxuan's mind was already conjuring up all kinds of vicious tortures. His expression grew increasingly grim, and his eyes filled with murderous hostility.
"Stop asking. I don't want to remember what happened before." Su Qiao didn't want to bring it up again, and besides, it would be difficult to explain now.
Ye Shaoxuan suddenly realized what he was doing. He quickly softened his expression and put an arm around her shoulders, gently comforting her. "All right, all right. I won't ask anymore. Don't be sad."
"What happened before is in the past. You have me from now on. I won't let anyone bully you again."
Seeing him coax her like a little