"Yes, I'm your buyer!"
Su Baichen's cold voice was like icicles frozen in the depths of winter, striking Yun Yun's eardrums clearly, word by word, with unquestionable authority.
His voice was not loud, yet it seemed to carry the weight of Qian Jun, instantly crushing the already thin air around Yun Yun and deepening the chill within this dark prison cell.
Yun Yun curled up on the pile of straw in the corner. Her originally hollow, lifeless eyes trembled violently at this abrupt declaration.
She struggled to raise her head and looked through her disheveled hair at the figure standing against the light. He stood tall and straight, dressed in spotless white robes that seemed utterly out of place amid this filthy, squalid environment.
His features gradually became indistinct. Those eyes of his were deep and cold, like snowfields that never thawed, devoid of even the slightest human emotion.
Before Yun Yun could recover from her immense shock, Su Baichen stepped forward and looked down at her from above. He continued in an utterly steady voice, without a trace of emotion. "From now on, you are my maidservant."
He paused slightly, as though observing the effect of his words. Only after seeing Yun Yun's eyes widen faintly in disbelief did he continue in that icy voice, "Everything you have no longer belongs to you. Your past, your name, your identity, even your life and death—from this moment onward, they belong only to your master. That is, me!"
Every word was like an icy chisel gouging into Yun Yun's heart, which had already been riddled with wounds.
The air around her seemed to truly freeze and sink under his words, raising a fine layer of goosebumps across the skin exposed beneath her tattered clothing.
She had once been the lofty Young