"Master, Jiuliang only spoke in anger, you shouldn't take it to heart," Aren whispered softly.
Old Master Ye was taken aback before he regained his composure, his face ashen.
"She wasn't just speaking in anger," she must have already come to hate the Ye Family, and hate him as well.
How much did she actually know about what happened that year?
Aren remained silent.
**
After getting out of the car, Ye Jiuliang wandered the streets alone.
As she passed an alley, she was drawn to a figure huddled in a corner.
"Hey."
Her cool voice dispersed in the confines of the alley, the figure in the corner twitched.
Waiting for a while, as the person stayed squatting without getting up, Ye Jiuliang's patience wore thin, and she turned to leave.
Taking a step away, a raspy voice suddenly rang out from behind her, abject and helpless.
"Help me."
A "thud"—the sound of knees hitting the ground.
"I beg you."
