Junior Sister Nangong had said before that the current Ye Liyuan had forgotten all the bad things she had done. The "villainess defense mechanism" in her mind had also been destroyed in that bloody Thunder Tribulation.
The Ye Liyuan of today was nothing but a delicate, innocent flower.
'So... can I tell Liyuan about the tragedies she caused with her own hands?'
Unsure how to answer, Pei Yuhang fell silent.
Sensing Pei Yuhang's hesitation, the color drained even further from Ye Liyuan's face.
Silence, in itself, was an answer.
"Ah Han, you..."
In the suffocating silence, Pei Yuhang suddenly lifted his head, his gaze shooting toward the distance like a bolt of lightning.
As if sensing something as well, Ye Liyuan abruptly clenched her sleeves, her knuckles turning white from the force.
As a crisp, cool scent of bamboo drifted in on the wind, Ye Liyuan instinctively straightened her back.
"Brother Pei."
