Yang Kongtong had finally managed, through countless hardships, to piece his soul back together. But the moment he heard Leng Ningxiang's voice, all his joy vanished.
That day, Leng Ningxiang had been the first to strike, aiming for his neck. Her voice had suddenly echoed beside his ear, too.
He'd dodged in time and kept his head, but Leng Ningxiang had severed his left arm.
Before he could ask why, the rest of his harem had appeared one after another and torn him to pieces.
"Where are you?!"
"Yang, I'm inside your body."
Leng Ningxiang's voice sounded again. A puff of icy mist drifted from the left arm that had just reattached itself to his body. The mist gradually gathered into a cool, beautiful woman dressed in black.
"Leng, Leng Ningxiang..."
"Yang, you didn't used to call me that." The cool beauty's voice was low and dejected, so at odds with her usual demeanor that anyone would feel compelled to comfort her.
Yang Kongtong steeled himself. Unable to meet Leng Ningxiang's eyes, he summoned all the gentleness he could and called her by her pet name. "Xiang'er."
"Why won't you look at me?"
Yang Kongtong's scalp prickled. He had no choice but to raise his head and look into Leng Ningxiang's eyes. Once more, he called her gently, "Xiang'er."
Leng Ningxiang smiled faintly and caressed Yang Kongtong's face. It was this voice that had made her fail, time and again, in her attempts to assassinate Yang. Yang's tenderness had shown her that not everyone in the world was driven by self-interest; true affection still existed.
"Yang, why are you so wonderful?"
But why did so many people like you?
"Yang, why were you thinking about the other sisters while you were on a date with me?"
Why had you never