Yet even so, her heart was still filled with grievance and dissatisfaction, struggling vehemently as if trying to break free from the Demon Lord's side.
Until the Demon Lord's voice sounded again.
"You are already my woman, and naturally, I will not forget you. Furthermore, the reason I have not sought you out these days is that you are entirely under my control?"
As he spoke, Fang Yang gently tapped.
Under Guan Qinghan's astonished gaze, a faint radiance blossomed from her forehead. This light was black, emitting a dark and chilly aura.
Then, with a swoosh, it returned directly to Fang Yang's palm, and the bronze mirror behind them even displayed Guan Qinghan's actions over these past days.
Clearly, just as the Demon Lord had said, he had placed a mark on her early on, a mark that could track all her behaviors.
All her guesses, suspicions, and those complex emotions turned out to be nothing but a joke in the end.
However...
