The night deepens.
Yao Rao sat on the swing under the tree in the courtyard, listening to the screams coming from the living room, and remembered the words Han Xinyue said before she left. Her mind was a whirlwind.
She felt she could no longer recognize her own heart, not knowing whether Sun Zhe was truly a demon in her heart, or a lingering attachment.
Clearly, she hated him to the core; every time she saw him, she was infuriated, yet she couldn't bring herself to actually kill him.
And when she couldn't see him, she would think of him involuntarily, worry about him.
Even now, listening to his screams, she felt an inexplicable heartache.
"If I hadn't chosen to come to Laiyang City back then, would these things not have happened, and I wouldn't have become entangled with him?"
"But why... being intertwined with him, it feels like a blessing to me."
"Sigh!"
"Yao Rao... your Dao heart is already in chaos."
