Qin Yu thought that Su Xiyue had already explained everything to Leng Ruyu.
However, as he drew near, what met his eyes were Leng Ruyu's gaze, now devoid of its former brilliance—she seemed like a body that had lost its soul, lying there in resigned acceptance.
Qin Yu still remembered the first time he saw her.
At that time, she was so proud and unrestrained, every gesture oozed arrogance and confidence, her presence overwhelming.
As the eldest sister of the Demon Sect, she too possessed Top Grade Spirit Bone and had refined Purple Fire, an unmatched prodigy whom countless cultivators looked up to, never willing to bow to anyone.
But now, she curled into a ball, that helpless and fragile appearance, much like a wounded little fox in the forest.
It made one's heart ache with pity.
Especially when she felt Qin Yu's approaching footsteps, she shrank subconsciously, her snowy teeth biting her lips so hard they turned pale.
"Fairy, you…"
