Xu Yi was utterly bewildered. What kind of questions were these? What did one have to do with the other?
Though he was annoyed, he patiently answered, "The first time I wrote that poem was during a snowy spell. Snowflakes were falling from the sky, and before I knew it, I'd written it."
"Was anyone else there to verify it?" Ice Cloud Fairy asked.
"There was, but we parted ways long ago. They'd be hard to find."
"I want to know who those two people were," Ice Cloud Fairy said.
Xu Yi cursed inwardly. She must be crazy. I already said I wrote it myself, and now she really wants to find witnesses? Yet his expression remained calm. "One was my little niece, Qiu Wa. The other was my—my..."
"Your what?"
Ice Cloud Fairy's voice trembled slightly.
"My woman," Xu Yi replied. Ever since he had broken through his inner demon that day, he had no intention of pretending otherwise.
"What was her name?" Ice Cloud Fairy's tone grew more urgent.
Xu Yi frowned. "Fairy, why are you asking so many questions? What are you trying to do?"
"Just answer me." Ice Cloud Fairy's tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.
"Her name was Xue Zihan. If you really find those two, be sure to let me know." Xu Yi couldn't help but answer sarcastically.
As soon as he finished speaking, a strip of white silk shot out from the crimson canopy.
Xu Yi thought, This is bad. This woman's temper was far too strange. At the slightest disagreement, she resorted to violence. What was he supposed to do now? Wouldn't this throw all his plans out the window?
Xu Yi thought, This is bad. He flashed aside to escape, but the strip of white silk seemed alive, following