"You're thinking too much,"
He Qing said coldly.
She stared at Xia Ji, her words sparing no mercy.
"Do you think you are a Wandering Soul? Ha, in fact, you are nothing but a mere obsession, brought here from a millennium ago by some unknown means. You reside in this girl's body like ants and vines, attempting to usurp her existence and take over her life,"
He Qing looked at Xia Ji's incredulous expression, then mercilessly exposed her true nature, "In my view, you are not innocent at all. Had we not discovered this early, Bai Yuchun's entire life would have been ruined by you. Yet now, you have the audacity to blame us?!"
Xia Ji, struck by this sudden revelation, was besides herself, murmuring, "So... am I not even a soul..."
While speaking, she frantically touched herself from head to toe—her crow-black, cloud-like hair, her delicate, fair wrists, and even the meticulously crafted stitches of her dress.
