'The hope I'm looking for?' Yue Songli's facial expression froze, thoroughly shaken by those words. Her eyes unconsciously shifted to the paintings that she poured her heart, soul, and creativity into. She had envisioned many possibilities to break her current circumstances, but meeting a fellow prisoner, and a mere mortal at that, was not one of them.
Unable to reconcile with this situation, she deeply inhaled and released a stifled exhale that contained all her unnecessary thoughts. When she finished, her expression became firm, steady, and she turned to Wei Wuyin. Her situation wasn't something a mortal who had been captured could solve, there was no hope for her.
With those thoughts lodged into her mind, a byproduct of being suppressed, restrained, and snuffed of hope for several hundred years, she sought to continue the status quo lest it produce uncertain changes to her life.
