Yan Wanqing stood to the side, her eyes low and compliant, yet filled with scorn.
If Song Huaxu truly held Song Ning dear to his heart, how could he fail to recognize that the grotesquely mangled creature was the very person he cherished most?
If he didn't treasure her, then why would he willingly defy the heavens and shorten his own life to grant her a new body...
From the corner of his eye, Song Huaxu held Shen Shuyun, gently patting her head again and again, his gaze filled with tranquility as if he wasn't the one who had just run madly through the corridor.
Humans are indeed extremely complex.
As Song Huaxu lifted Shen Shuyun from the wheelchair, Yan Wanqing kept her eyes downcast and made way, striving to play the part of an ordinary servant.
Watching them walking away, she let out a cold snort.
She hoped Shen Shuyun would drag this on a little longer; she was really looking forward to seeing Song Huaxu fight desperately like a cornered beast.
