Baili An lowered his eyelashes, and in his dark pupils, it seemed like a mist was burning.
Ying Ji, not noticing Baili An's expression, continued: "When my whole world fell into darkness, with no light in sight, I always wanted to find a hope for myself."
Baili An looked up: "So you created Ying Xiu, treating him as a substitute for that child?"
Ying Ji frowned slightly and said: "My child is naturally unique in this world, irreplaceable by anyone. I have never harbored such self-deceptive thoughts."
Baili An felt a sudden impact on his chest, both warm and achingly dull.
Ying Ji gave a self-mocking smile: "I don't care how others view me. If I truly intended to make that child a substitute, why would I name him Ying Xiu instead of Hidden Sword?"
She laughed lightly: "Winner, hidden in the sleeve? Most people like to make up those fabricated stories themselves.
