Qingyi's eyes shifted, resting on the bedroom door.
Slowly, it swung open, revealing Ruxue standing in the doorway.
Over the past few days, she had been… well… far from her best.
Her long hair was less neatly arranged than usual, and faint shadows marked the skin beneath her eyes.
She trusted Qingyi, of course. But ever since the announcement that the Heavenly Demon planned to abuse her sister and her master in public after reviving her, she had sunk into a deep depression.
She tried to tell herself that everything was fine, that Qingyi, as always, would sort everything out.
He always had.
Why would it be any different now?
Still, repeating those words was much easier than erasing the despair lodged in her chest.
For tens of thousands of years, she had dreamed of the day she would return to the arms of her original master and her sister. Annoying, yes, but someone she truly loved.
But… what if the Heavenly Demon broke her?
