"Don't send me away. I'll be good," Di Youlin said, looking at Ning Xuan with a desolate expression. Despite all his ordeals, he was still only eighteen. Five years of slaughter on the battlefield and three years of imprisonment underground had filled his life with nothing but blood, pain, and endless loneliness.
"Go find Housekeeper Yan right now. Have Yan Fuzhen explain the rules of living here. Your treatment will be the same as Nine-tailed and the others. If you're unwilling to comply, then you can go back to where you came from." Ning Xuan felt a degree of sympathy for Di Youlin's plight and was willing to spare a few extra glances for his striking looks. However, even if his identity was special and he was pitiable, she would not allow him to disrupt the normal order of her life.
"Can my treatment be the same as his?" Di Youlin asked, pointing a finger at Lin Mo.
