With Ye Lin's help, she had already seen the scenery from the heights.
This scenery was truly beautiful, truly wonderful.
Ye Lin had changed her Destiny. Ye Lin using her was also part of it.
Shangguan Wanyu had understood this long ago.
Ye Lin had kept her by his side. Even though she knew she was a burden, he had still brought her along—there had to be a reason for it.
At first, she had narcissistically thought Ye Lin was interested in her. But later, after seeing with her own eyes how Ye Lin casually killed many women who were even prettier and more refined than she was, she knew that probably was not what he wanted.
Among cultivators, there was not a single ugly one. The higher their cultivation, the more exceptional their bearing.
Yet to Ye Lin, these people seemed like painted beauties and bleached bones—he killed them whenever he pleased.
Ye Lin seemed not to care about women at all.
And with Ye Lin's current cultivation, what woman could he not have?
If he went out and gave a shout, countless women would line up for him to choose from.
So she knew that aside from that, Ye Lin must have taken a liking to some quality or some object she possessed.
Otherwise, Ye Lin would never have kept a burden like her at his side.
After all, when she was little, her dear mother had taught her a saying: there had never been a free lunch under heaven.
A stranger who did not know you could never treat you well for no reason at all.
She had once racked her brains without understanding it, but now she did.
Now, she understood what Ye Lin valued in her.
After figuring it out, she still felt somewhat happy