Ye Qingying held the bottle in his hand, his heart aching in a way he couldn't describe.
His Xiaoyao, how exceptionally bright she was.
She could see through his intentions with just a single action of his.
Even her voice was destroyed, and from then on, she would have no connection with her past.
From then on, she truly became Xiaoyao.
Whatever her master told her to do, she would do without question.
She didn't even ask why.
Looking at the little girl sobbing pitifully, buried in his arms, Ye Qingying's hand lifted, as he wanted to embrace her.
But in the end, he just gently rubbed her head.
"Alright, this is the last time your master will bully you, from now on, I'll cherish you, okay?"
He didn't know when he had become so tender-hearted.
He was an assassin, how could an assassin feel pity for anyone?
But he just couldn't bear to let her go.
The moment he thought she had left earlier, he felt an unbearable emptiness in his heart.
