Ye Shuangyin saw Ye Chuyi laughing like that, quickly retreated two steps, and distanced herself a bit from her, "What's wrong with her? Has she gone crazy with joy?"
Ye Ziran gave her a look as if she were an idiot, "If your eyes are useless, donate them to someone in need. Does she look happy to you? With twenty-six years of her life stolen, would you be happy?"
Ye Shuangyin pouted her lips, "Then why is she laughing? Like a lunatic, it's terrifying."
Ye Ziran didn't bother with her anymore. He looked at Ye Chuyi's pale face and her tears, and sighed.
He had seen her several times before, and each time she was the picture of composure and serenity. Sometimes he would deliberately provoke her, and she never took it to heart. Her emotions were so stable it was almost uncharacteristic of someone her age, more like a monk who had been practicing for a hundred years. He couldn't imagine how many times that couple had beaten and tortured her to forge such a strong heart.
