Everything that followed had sprung from this.
Now, the woman broke down before those words. After enduring thirty years of torment, her fragility even exceeded what the girl had imagined.
"I had no choice," she wept. "I could only spend more time with him, help his paintings rise higher, help him meet more friends. I had no other choice."
"He doesn't care about those things. He only cares about you." Li Piaoqing looked straight into her eyes and said softly, "Why... didn't you leave with him?"
The woman froze.
Li Piaoqing had pierced the Heart Poison.
Something shattered with a sharp crack.
Yi Danjun's mind was indeed already broken and fragile. She had virtually no defenses or wariness; Li Piaoqing had plunged the sword into her heart with ease.
Yi Danjun could not accept inflicting such torment on the man. Beneath that fierce anguish and guilt, she, whose mind had long since collapsed, would surely change her choice.
Li Piaoqing had even prepared her reasons concerning "family"-her younger brother brimmed with spiritual vitality and had been willing to help her all along; her younger sister was still too young to understand, and she ought to lead her away from all this.
Report it to the authorities, report it to the Immortal Platform. You always thought it only natural to worship the Immortal Lord, and, steeped in the Dragonkin's influence since childhood, you regarded the world with indifference. But now the man had brought you into its living vibrancy.
Yet she received no answer. The woman before her remained silent for a long time.
Beside them, the man still stared down at his painting. Absolute silence suddenly descended over the tower.
"But..." The woman raised her head, her voice trembling and hoarse, her face covered in clear, lovely tears. "...It's impossible."