Pei Yuhang felt as if he were dead drunk. He couldn't remember how he had left Nangong Jin or how he had gotten back to the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.
It was like being trapped in a chaotic dream, where everything familiar—people and places—was turned upside down.
"Liyuan, Liyuan, why did you lie to me? You lied to me for decades... you stole all my feelings... You're even worse than Shang Miaoyan, that woman who controlled my body and freedom for thirty years!
You... you've stolen the rest of my life."
"How could you be so cruel! So cruel! Why... did you have to target me?"
His heart bleak, Pei Yuhang trudged through the white snow, muttering like a drunkard as he staggered along.
Before he knew it, he bumped into a door.
He looked up... It was the door to his own disciple's room, Qing Yueqiu's.
"Yueqiu, are you there?"
Pei Yuhang asked weakly.
He didn't know why he had come here.
Perhaps he just wanted to talk to the one person he trusted most.
