Yin Tingxue's neck felt a belated chill, startled, she looked at him.
Chen Yi didn't speak, merely gazed back at her with calm intensity.
This look of his, she always feared— not because he wanted to bully her, but because he had made a decision, a decision she didn't want but couldn't change.
Yin Tingxue opened her mouth, but the words caught in her throat, unable to come out. The cold wind made the mountaintop frigid, and even the flowers on the edge of the cliff trembled in fear.
Chen Yi calmly said to her:
"If you want to say something, just say it."
At the inn, the moment the soft sword came thrusting forward, Chen Yi had a fleeting sense that Yin Tingxue might die from this strike.
Although Zhou Yitang's Sword Intent ultimately saved her life, Chen Yi still felt a hollow emptiness inside, because at that very moment, the girl's life and death had escaped his control.
