Shen Mingyue's lips curved into something sharp, almost mocking. "Yet I knew it was not enough to simply defeat him. If he remembered what had happened, he would return again and again until either he succeeded or she was broken. I could not allow that. So I twisted his memory. I altered his mind so that he believed he had already succeeded in his vile act. To his recollection, Yin was already tainted, already claimed. And with that thought festering in his skull, his obsession weakened. His hunger dulled. For a man such as him, the thrill lay only in the chase, in the destruction of something pure. Believing he had won, he lost interest."
Mo Yuxin bit her lip so hard it nearly drew blood. The idea of anyone thinking of her mother in such a way made her stomach churn, but she forced herself to listen. She had to.
