"Young Master, that's not what I meant. I just thought you might feel lonely, so I dared to come serve you. If you don't like it, I'll leave this instant."
She was already scared out of her mind.
It was clear that Jiang Huai also understood what the servant had just insinuated.
"You think I'm lonely? My loneliness stems solely from Yu not wanting to pay me any attention. And you—what are you? You think you can justify your actions to me?"
He tightened his grip on the servant's wrist.
The servant's face turned pale from the pain, as if she were about to faint.
But he didn't kill her outright.
Because he knew very well that if you want someone to suffer, the best method isn't to kill them, but to let them continue enduring torment. Only then is it truly flawless.
It had been far too long since he experienced this feeling, and now it had conveniently come knocking at his door.
