Yun Qianling gazed at Bai Nuanxi, his eyes uncharacteristically soft. "That's because you've never experienced true beauty. You can't understand the burdens it brings."
Bai Nuanxi: "..."
Her teeth clenched in frustration. How could someone make her this angry? Coming over to comfort him was clearly a mistake. This man was infuriating! She decided to say nothing more to him—no, wait, there was one more thing. With a face as cold as ice, she said, "Why don't you head downstairs? I'll stay with him."
"You? If he suddenly wakes up, do you think you can handle him? Don't get yourself killed. If you die by Muchen's hand, his guilt won't end there." Yun Qianling's eyes were filled with disdain.
Bai Nuanxi raised an eyebrow, undeterred. "Oh really? And you think you can control him? I distinctly remember who was getting choked yesterday, like a chicken being dragged around. If it weren't for me, you'd be dead by now."
Yun Qianling: "..."
