Yao Qing was momentarily lost in thought.
Soon, she pulled herself together and managed a forced smile at Zhao Yi.
"Jing'Er must have his reasons."
She seemed to be convincing herself as she asserted, "You said it yourself, that thing is very important to him. That's why he took the risk to retrieve it. It must be like this!"
Hearing this, Zhao Yi waved his hand dismissively.
"It's fine if you lie to me. I have no relation to that little monk, his matters don't concern me."
"But don't deceive yourself!"
"You've sacrificed so much for him, even going to the extent of giving yourself to someone like me, yet he doesn't even glance your way. It's indeed quite distressing."
As soon as these words were spoken, the psychological defenses Yao Qing had just built up crumbled instantly.
Yao Qing's eyes immediately turned red with pain, with tears welling up.
"Jing'Er..."
