Xin Lan and Feng Huo had already begun burning their souls. Knowing there was no chance they would survive, they also knew that with humans and demons at odds, those people would never accept their child after they died. Yet Xin Lan clung to the tiniest hope: she hoped Xiao Yu would spare Feng Lin for the sake of their childhood bond.
Xiao Yu had liked Xin Lan quite a bit, but when he remembered her admitting she had fallen in love with a man of the Demon Race, the hatred in his heart surged, and above all, he felt humiliated. Now that she was asking him to spare that "wretched child," his hatred only grew.
But recalling all the moments he had shared with Xin Lan, and seeing her—stubborn Xin Lan, who had never asked him for anything—pleading with him in such anguish, stirred the tenderest part of his heart. For a moment, he found himself unable to decide.
"Young Master, you mustn't agree to her!" The middle-aged man beside Xiao Yu saw him hesitate and grew frantic. "How can we let a wretched child like that live? If the Master finds out, he won't let you off. And if the Human Race hears of this, it'll damage your reputation."
At Wen Yan's words, Xiao Yu's hesitant expression instantly turned cold and vicious. He looked at Xin Lan and said icily, "No. He has to die!"
"Heh, so you really won't?" Xin Lan chuckled, but her smile was like a lotus in a storm, filled with unbearable sorrow. She turned to Feng Huo, her resolve firm. "Brother Huo, then our family can only be together."
"Mm!" Feng Huo gave a simple nod. He gazed at the baby in Xin Lan's arms, his expression stricken with grief. "Lin Er, don't