Ye You's feelings for Qin Sisi were even deeper than Aunt Mei could imagine, and even though she was confident in her own acting skills, she couldn't help but feel terrified at this moment.
"Take me there." Ye You seemed to squeeze out three words through gritted teeth, his expression gloomy, his complexion alarmingly pale.
This was only the second time Aunt Mei had seen Ye You with such an expression. The first was when the Patroness Gewan died, when Ye You at five years old stared at the cold corpse on the grand jade bed, tears streaming as he held his mother's hand and refused to let go. It took a great deal of effort for the guards to carry Ye You out, and once outside, Ye You blocked the doorway to prevent them from taking his mother's body away, lashing out at anyone who tried to console him.
