"What kind of aura?"
Ye Fei was filled with curiosity and immediately asked another question.
But Fang Manting just shook her head helplessly and said, "I can't really describe it, maybe it's just a feeling."
Seeing that he wouldn't get any more information out of her, Ye Fei pondered briefly before switching to another question.
"Then how did your husband die?"
Hearing this question, Fang Manting glanced at Ye Fei and shook her head again.
"You shouldn't ask about that, knowing could be bad for you."
Ye Fei did not persist with his questioning and changed the topic.
"Since you are Man Tingfang, then why do you say you haven't done anything bad?"
"You have to believe me, I really haven't done anything horrendous. None of this was done by me, it's just that I've been burdened with this infamy."
Hope filled Fang Manting's eyes; it was clear that she truly hoped Ye Fei would believe her.
Yet she still wasn't willing to tell the whole truth.
