Qin Yu managed the Qin family's entertainment business, and many stars under its banner had been invited to the event. When he learned that Hao Yan would also be attending, he happily got himself an invitation and came over. He was waiting for her now.
Her hands were icy from holding snow, so he quickly cupped both of them in his palms and breathed on them to warm them.
Seeing her alive now, even if she was not living particularly well, was an immense blessing. At least she was alive.
Whether Yan Qing forgave her or not, being able to see him once more before she died was already the greatest gift she could receive.
She was glad Xi Zhen had been brought up well. This was somewhat provocative, after all; anyone else would surely have lost their temper on the spot.
"But Yun Xixi belongs to a righteous, reputable sect. Putting righteousness above family now would be the just thing to do!" someone said.
True qi radiated from Xiao Chen's body, forming a barrier that resisted the erosion of the turbulent void currents. The closer he came to the passage, the stronger that oppressive pressure became.
"Naive. Did you think this would leave me with no way to make you look?" Although Yun Qing possessed pure blood, her understanding of psychic power was still far too limited, and her use of it far too superficial.
By now, how could she fail to understand? Madam had traded her own life for Young Master Yan Yang's slim chance of survival.
To put on an act and convince the reporters that she had been living miserably since being driven out of the Qiao family, she had truly disregarded even her own safety.
As his recollections reached this point, Helian Yi looked at