After crying her heart out, Yi Ling opened her eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes were now red from crying, and though she was still wearing a mask, she resembled a young man who had just finished a bout of weeping.
"What happened when I confronted him? You said that I knew he wasn't my brother. What exactly did we talk about?" Yi Ling whispered, her voice hoarse from crying and yelling earlier.
"Master, do you really want to know?" Qianru asked cautiously. Even though she hadn't fully understood the conversation between her Master and King Jin that day, she knew it had been immensely painful for her Master.
"En. Tell me." Yi Ling stared at Qianru's eyes, her determination clear despite the tears.
"Very well." Qianru took a deep breath and stepped closer. She placed her palm on Yi Ling's forehead.
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