After all, she clearly still resented her master and did not trust him completely.
Still less could she be like Eldest Senior Sister,
Her peach-blossom eyes were filled with bewilderment. Completely letting go of hatred and trusting unconditionally that her master would wash his heart clean and turn over a new leaf.
But... why did it still hurt so much?
She stood there in a daze, a thousand thoughts running through her mind. She pondered for a long time without reaching any final answer.
She merely stared at that figure in the wind and snow as he walked farther and farther away, soon arriving before the Heavenly Demon Sect Saintess.
Beside that figure, another figure had followed all along, cold and aloof, standing apart from the world.
It was none other than her Eldest Senior Sister, Ye Qinghong.
Although Eldest Senior Sister remained expressionless, his eyes frosty, she could clearly sense his current elation. Those small hands clutched their master's robe tightly, showing no intention of letting go.
Pfft!
She spat out crimson blood, but before it could reach the ground, Lian Yue's power instantly evaporated it.
Amid the wind and snow, her smile was radiant, her face as pale as paper, without the slightest trace of color.
Clearly, forcibly suppressing her injuries before the Demon Venerable had not been so simple.
Now those injuries had rebounded upon her, throwing the energy within her body into ever greater turmoil and worsening her wounds.
Yet even so, her peach-blossom eyes, which seemed born to hold countless sorrows, remained brimming with smiles.
"Lian Yue, Eldest Senior Sister has suffered far too much in this life. You mustn't reveal this, or Senior Sister will feel hurt and hesitate. As for whether Master knows, or whom he'll end up with, none of that matters,