Feng Yueya was taken aback for a moment, then relaxed herself, leaning into his embrace.
That embrace, devoid of any warmth, nevertheless made her feel very comfortable, very much at ease.
Since when had she become accustomed to having Yun Shangyuan by her side?
Ah, if only he weren't a ghost.
"Yue Yaya, that wasn't your fault, you needn't take it to heart and make yourself miserable," Yun Shangyuan's voice gently rose by her ear.
Feng Yueya lowered her eyes, speaking in a muffled voice, "But Du Lilan's arm will never grow back."
At first, she didn't feel guilty, but once she calmed down, regret began to pour out endlessly from the bottom of her heart.
She was a good young adult of the twenty-first century, yet she had committed such an atrocious deed.
Although Du Lilan somewhat deserved it, one still couldn't really chop off her arm.
It was all because she had been too impulsive, too outraged then.
