Love is selfish. No matter how magnanimous Su Qingyu was, she could not be indifferent to Ye Shikai's safety. She would rather bear the infamy of being indifferent to his death than risk losing him.
This was her belief.
Especially after everything they had gone through, she was even more resolute in this conviction.
A tightly closed door obviously couldn't stop a cultivator like Ye Shikai, but what about the door to their hearts—could that be opened?
Perhaps it could, perhaps not.
The door to their hearts was shut, and the key to opening it lay in Su Qingyu's hands.
What Ye Shikai faced was a dilemma: on one side was Ji Qian, on the other was Su Qingyu.
Whom to choose.
Both remained silent, leaving only the "tick-tock" of the rain against the window.
"Qingyu, do you understand me?" Ye Shikai said lightly, not bothering to continue explaining but instead taking a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it, and beginning to smoke. In the darkness, only a faint glow flickered…
