A glimmer of clarity returned to Ye Qingxian's eyes.
Just as she had said before,
no matter which stage of her life Ye Qingxian was in, she had always been herself...
The only difference
was that the way she handled problems changed.
But her love would never change.
Ye Qingxian stood in the center of the courtyard, quietly watching the retreating figure.
She stood stiff and numb, not moving for a long time.
Suddenly, she closed her eyes and thought back on everything that had happened these past days.
Now that her reason and wisdom had fully returned, she could see more sides to the same events.
Here was something truly ridiculous.
She had protected Junior Sister, only to fall into depravity and become her final form.
But in doing so, she had only made Junior Sister hate her more.
What bitter irony.
Perhaps this was simply fate.
She was destined to save Junior Sister, destined to fall into depravity, destined to be unable to resist locking her up.
Just like the ridiculous life she had always led.
When she heard with her own ears what Junior Sister thought of her,
Ye Qingxian's heart had truly died, if only for a moment.
Now, even though she had come to her senses, she no longer chased after that figure. Instead, she sat down on the ground, looking somewhat disheveled.
The girl casually picked up a grape and stuffed it into her mouth.
It was sweet.
And yet it tasted like nothing.
As she ate grape after grape, she finally tasted one infused with bright essence blood. A bitter laugh suddenly grew louder and louder, until it turned into uproarious laughter.
A pointless laugh of scorn, as if mocking her own foolishness.
She had tried nearly every approach.
Even imprisonment in her