Yan Luoxi's hand rested on the doorknob as she turned her head back to look at him, "Li Yeqi, I will be understanding, you don't need to worry about me, and actually, I don't want to know too much."
Not wanting to know how these people were harming the world, not knowing would make her feel relatively more at ease.
During this time, all she thought about was how to atone for Fu Xuan's sins, but she had forgotten that to stop the evil, one could only do so from the root. Was she, to help Li Yeqi, ensure that Fu Xuan was brought to justice?
Yan Luoxi was lost in confusion.
After dinner, Yan Luoxi accompanied Li Yeqi back to their room, where the photo that had been on the nightstand was now gone. After she finished her nightly routine, she picked up the script and curled up on the sofa, memorizing her lines.
Li Yeqi sat on the bed dealing with work, occasionally glancing at her.
