The cabin was silent, Dongting Lake was also quiet, so still that one might forget they were atop the lake's surface.
Yang Yao was lost in the past, murmuring again, "But I was just a child at that time—it was impossible for me to kill Zhao Qian."
Shen Yue's heart turned icy, he thought to himself that here was another kind soul forced into the shadows.
When patience wears thin, it eventually runs out.
So many psychologically twisted people, naturally, were not born twisted but were bent out of shape under the coercion of external forces. It's no wonder that a careful and considerate child like Yang Yao, who began to twist, could command Dongting.
"So I could only wait."
