Yin Tingxue staggered back two steps, standing there dumbfounded, her lips trembling.
Seeing that Yin Tingxue seemed to have something to say, Chen Yi's gaze was vigilant, and he moved slightly forward, half of his body subtly shielding Yin Tingxue.
Her longing for her mother had never ceased, whether when confined in the Prince Mansion, forced to become a concubine, or later returning to Yintai Temple in utter despair. It was always the chord most easily touched in her heart. No matter how well-behaved or knowledgeable Yin Tingxue was, nor how profound her cultivation became, she was ultimately just a little girl longing for her mother.
In her hazy moments, she would see him as the reincarnation of her mother, hence her frequent dependency. Chen Yi could tell, yet his narrow-mindedness never liked it, and being regarded as her mother felt incredibly odd, even if deliberately abandoning it; he ultimately couldn't wield too much force even on the bed.
