The unreal warmth of this life made Ye Qingxian sink into it despite herself, while a madness within her longed to prove at once whether it was real.
Junior Sister...
You wouldn't lie to me, would you?
One day.
Yangyang was catching ants on the ground when Ye Qingxian passed by and casually asked, "Yangyang, what kind of people are written in that black notebook of your mother's?"
"Oh, this?" Yangyang was busy playing with the ants and didn't think much before answering. "That's where Mom writes down the names of people she has to ki—" She forcibly swallowed the last syllable and instinctively lifted her head. All she saw was the sinister look buried deep in Ye Qingxian's eyes, like a ravenous wolf lying in wait in the dark.
"It's just people who have something to do with Mom. Anyone she knows gets written in it. The more people she knows and the more things that happen, the more names get recorded." Yangyang replied in her childish voice.
Ye Qingxian kept staring at her daughter, and Yangyang stared right back at Ye Qingxian.
After they looked at each other for a few seconds, Ye Qingxian's expression changed. She gave a soft laugh instead. "I guess I was just overthinking it..."
After Ye Qingxian left, Yangyang's heart was still racing.
This is bad.
I-I think I managed to get past that, right?
Ye Qingxian took one step and appeared beside me.
I hadn't gone out in a long time.
If I went outside, I'd definitely run into disciples from the sect. Ye Qingxian was like an unstable bomb.
If I went for a walk now, who knew how many people who had never wronged me would end up dead...
"Junior Sister."
Ye Qingxian's voice came from beside me, like a