The middle-aged woman's... naked sarcasm made Kang Jinse's face alternatingly pale and flush, her gaze filled with a hatred toward Yun Ya that was almost palpable.
Yun Ya flashed a faint smile and suddenly let go, catching Kang Jinse off guard with the unexpected release and causing her to stumble backward and fall.
She hit the ground hard.
"Ouch!" She cried out, her bottom aching from the fall, and her wrist throbbing where it had been pinched.
Yun Shu looked over with a gaze as cold as thousand-year-old ice, utterly ruthless.
"Ji Yunya, you're not dead."
Her question was as calm as if she was asking, "Have you eaten today?"—utterly insignificant.
Yun Ya carelessly brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, standing with an effortless posture that exuded a chilling nobility and elegance: "I'm too tough, heaven won't have me."
