Yin Jiaoyue staggered back and looked at her kneeling in front of her. A lot of pain flowed back into her throat, making her feel bitter.
More than once, I imagined how I would vent my hatred if we met again. She might cry, scold, or pinch her neck, but in fact she did nothing, just calmly.
Seeing Ren Qingci crying, she didn't want to, but she had no tears anymore. People who walked out of Rakshasa Hall had long forgotten how to shed tears.
Of course, she has not forgotten that she should be hated. This hatred is as indelible as the scar on her forehead that is half covered by bangs. It was branded by the iron of Rakshasa Hall and should have belonged to the person kneeling in front of her now.
The scar is branded on her forehead, and the hatred is branded in her heart. She has never forgotten who brought her all this.
"I am Ren Qingci." The person kowtowed heavily, and the sharp stones on the ground knocked her fair forehead to bleed. She deeply repented, "Please forgive me, Jiao Yue."
"snort"
Yin Haoyue finally snorted slowly and looked condescendingly at Ren Celadon, who was now humbled to the dust: "Excuse me? Fortunately, I can still live to this day, but your words have no meaning anymore."
From the moment their fate changed on the banks of the Angelica River two hundred years ago, Ren Qingci was no longer qualified to be forgiven and had given her all the trust, but it was she who destroyed everything with her own hands.
She laughed: "Ren Celadon, you didn't expect me to be alive, right? From the moment you see me alive, it will be the beginning of your nightmare. I will let you know how I am alive today."
Yin Jiaoyue stretched out her hand to slap Ren Qingci but did not hide. She felt a sharp wind from the palm and closed her eyes to face it. She knew that compared with the torture Jiaoyue had suffered for many years, a slap was really too light.
However, the slap he was waiting for did not fall. Instead, Yin Jiaoyue's dissatisfied voice came: "Who are you? Let go!"
Ren Qingci opened her eyes, and saw a tall white figure standing in front of her. It was Bai Shiqing who was holding Yin Haoyue's hand.
"Who are you?" Yin Haoyue could no longer ignore this man.
He smiled and said: "It is absolutely impossible for me to hit the woman next to me in front of me, Bai Shiqing."
"Bai Shiqing..." Yin Jiaoyue recalled the name instantly, her eyes narrowed, "Are you Bai Hu?"