Baili An was questioned awkwardly to the extreme. However, this was a question she couldn't easily evade or conceal, so she had to grit her teeth and explain the mess with the Demon Lord, Arao.
Yin Baishuang had initially been angry upon seeing the mark but only understood the pain her dear An had suffered in the Demon World after hearing his detailed account.
In anger, she exclaimed: "An honorable Demon Lord, yet with such a sadistic hobby! This occupation of being the Demon Lord's Royal Consort is truly a miserable one."
Seeing her cautious expression, Baili An chuckled and said: "It's no longer painful."
Yin Baishuang silently withdrew her hand, stood up, and squatted in front of Baili An.
The flames in the sky seemed to scatter into the wind, landing softly in her eyes, the gentle glow indescribably tender and delicate: "I can't bear for you to be in pain."
Her gaze was soft and steadfast, carrying all her love and longing.
