The words had barely left his mouth when Ye Yu realized he had acted impulsively. He immediately took a deep breath and faced Xu Yunting's icy gaze.
Feng Qiwen glanced at Ye Yu in surprise. Having stayed by Ye Yu's side for so long, he naturally understood Ye Yu's temperament.
He also knew that, given Ye Yu's nature, he would never have said such words.
Yet now, he had still said them. Feng Qiwen could only give a bitter laugh inwardly.
It seemed that although those years in the Great Yan Dynasty had changed Ye Yu, he had never truly forgotten.
Feng Qiwen understood why Ye Yu was so emotional. From an onlooker's perspective, if the Lineage had mobilized all its strength to search for Miss when something happened to her back then, perhaps things would not have turned out this way.
Ye Yu might not even have been born, and naturally, none of what followed would have happened.
Having calmed down, Ye Yu was no longer so agitated. Everything was fate.
Given Xu Yunxi's standing in the Xu Lineage, it was inherently unreasonable that, when something happened to her, the Xu Lineage had not mobilized all its strength to find her.
But then again, if so many things were reasonable, perhaps they would never have set so many other things in motion.
If everything went smoothly, who would be willing to resist? Who would be willing to risk their life? Who would be willing to live themselves into such exhaustion?
Perhaps that was precisely what that person had arranged.
Letting people feel the injustice of fate, letting them experience that sense of helplessness—only then could one truly be forced to resist, to fight against fate, and become the fate-defier who had long been arranged.
Just as the Cauldron Spirit