Yan Qing was determined today to save a life, believing it to be more meritorious than building a seven-storied pagoda; thus, he was really putting a lot of effort into rescuing Lin Feiyuan.
From initial disbelief to gradually listening to Yan Qing's detailed account, which didn't seem fabricated, Lin Feiyuan felt as if he had never known Ling Hua at all.
In his heart, what was Ling Hua like? She was one whom all the beautiful words in the world could pile upon, and she would withstand them all. Even if she walked over blood and bones with a smile on her face, in his eyes, she was still a woman who stood on snowy mountains, chatting and laughing with ease.
She was absolutely not the small devil who took pleasure in torturing others, as depicted by Yan Qing.
