Unintentionally locking eyes with him, Yao Qing felt as if she saw her own reflection in his pitch-black pupils.
Her expression must have been one of bewildered astonishment, even slightly flustered.
All because she hadn't expected to be pushed away.
——She felt as though anger had been displaced onto her.
"Dear uncle?" Yu Yanshen chewed over these three words in a low voice, coldness spreading in his eyes like frost creeping into his marrow.
Second Master Yu thought Yu Yanshen had finally remembered this kinship and hurriedly pleaded with the remaining strength he had, "Nephew… Uncle truly didn't…"
He hadn't finished his sentence when Yu Yanshen pressed his neck hard against the wall once more with a violent smash.
The pain that spread from his spine throughout his body turned him stark white in an instant, and the suffocating sensation at his neck made it impossible for him to breathe.
