From the very beginning, she knew the Night Lord didn't trust her. In the dead of night, Feng Bei would always tell herself, 'It's no matter, for I never gave him my trust either.'
She knew that sooner or later, she would leave Ye Weiyang.
What Feng Bei hadn't expected was for that day to come so suddenly.
"It's fine. Stand further back."
Feng Bei smiled, a sense of relief washing over her. Now that it had come to this, talking about "trust" or "distrust" couldn't change anything.
In fact, she felt as if a great weight had just been lifted from her shoulders.
"First time meeting you. I'm a little bit nervous."
The new Lower Six appeared somewhat stiff before Feng Bei. He straightened his collar with his right hand and adopted a serious expression. "Of Ye Weiyang, Lower Six..."
