Xiao Ya's heart was torn, her emotions incredibly complex.
At this moment, her thoughts were involuntarily changing; some things were collapsing, while others were being rebuilt within her.
How she wished that at this dangerous time, she could stand by Ye Xiaofei's side, to protect him, to care for him, to guard this little brother and lover who from childhood had followed behind her with a runny nose.
But she lacked the ability, all she could do was worry, agonize, and have her heart in her throat, praying for his safety. Beyond that, she felt utterly helpless.
I'm so useless!
Xiao Ya reproached herself, feeling a pang of pain in her chest.
Right, cultivation, Taoist magic...
Xiao Ya suddenly remembered Ye Xiaofei's suggestion from the other day, when he had urged her to learn Taoist magic, but she had rejected him.
