Yelu Yan seemed to hear the sound of his own heart shattering. He bowed his head and kissed Li Xianyun's delicate cheek, murmuring, "Xianxian, it's all in the past, stop thinking about it, okay?"
It was as if Li Xianyun hadn't heard Yelu Yan's words at all, and she spoke of her own accord, "In the following three years, to protect myself and my family, I strived to make myself stronger. By healing others, I earned a lot of money, created various poisons, crafted sleeve arrows, and studied all kinds of Hidden Weapons meticulously and cautiously. I managed to survive without much peril, but the malice of the wicked is something you could never imagine."
