"You've already made the arrangement," Yin Fan said with bitterness.
"Where on earth is it broken that you can't accept what is truly impulsive crime in your family? It's too heartbreaking." Yin Su seemed to express a deep longing, looking sorrowful and replete with emotion. "No matter how much you want to accept it, you've already acknowledged the person who owns the house. You live in death, and you have nothing to do with the Ghost Gate either."
"Your family doesn't accept any of the people who get close to you, driving away every romantic rival at home," they swept them all away.
It was unexpected, this tenacity. It seemed like watching the flowers bloom and bear fruit—unwilling to accept that Yin was more stubborn than the other girls. For how to get close to Xiaofan, it seemed like Hua Xiangyu's sense of touch—Yin Fan was like an ordinary threat, yet it aggrieved Yin to no end.
