"Just say it. Bottling it up will only make you feel worse."
Yang Xiao sighed softly.
He didn't have a good solution for this kind of situation. All he could do was be a listener.
"The truth is, I never met my father. He was gone before I was even born. Everything I know, I learned from my mother."
"If... if my mother hadn't died in that 'accident,' I probably wouldn't have ended up like this."
Xue Yi wiped the tear stains from the corners of her eyes and began to recount her story in her usual, detached tone.
She was an orphan.
Or rather, a posthumous child.
Before the man known as the Evil Sword became the Evil Sword, his name was Lü TianGao.
His ambition was as high as the heavens.
His talent was extraordinary.
