Just think about it—what farmer's child is born with such flawless, delicate skin, without a single callus on their hands?
In that case, ruling out the possibility that Sui Yu's parents were playing dumb, there could only be one explanation.
Shen Huoshui sighed softly to herself.
'As expected of a disposable character cobbled together by the laws of this world just to groom the male lead.'
'Perhaps even my current identity as Di Yin Divine Venerable is just another tool controlled by the world's laws.'
'Destined to take the young male lead as my disciple, destined to be killed by the female lead, and destined to become a cannon-fodder stepping stone for their happy ending.'
'Tsk, tsk... when you put it like that, it's actually quite tragic.'
Sui Yu brought an apple over, teasing her. "Master, want some?"
