Thinking about his madness before she lost consciousness, Ye Qingci bitterly tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Perhaps the atmosphere had been too pleasant, and she'd been deluded into thinking otherwise.
She had actually believed that if she pleaded with Jian Shichu in a gentle voice, he might spare her.
Indeed, she was still too naive!
That was Seventh Master Jian, who respected himself above all others.
It was only up to him to decide what he wanted or didn't want; where was there any room for her to speak?
There was no other option; she had to use Xiao Ying's method, accommodating and submissive, waiting for Jian Shichu to tire of her and drive her away.
Although she was as insignificant as an ant, she still had her own family to protect.
Unable to improve her brother's life was bad enough; the least she could do was to not cause her brother and the Ye family, who raised her, to suffer because of her.
