Shen Yue rarely encountered a woman as intelligent as Shui Qingmeng—she could grasp the deeper implications of your words without needing much explanation, and she never shied away from any danger.
Yet the issue remained unresolved, where did Shui Qingmeng go after those ten years?
In Shen Yue's mind flashed the image of Shui Qingmeng coughing blood.
In that scene, the figures around Shui Qingmeng were ghostly and demonic, wanting to devour her like specters from Hell.
Shui Qingmeng faced a crisis, but from where did it arise?
Shen Yue had just given her a reminder, and Shui Qingmeng had already thought of this problem, without avoiding it.
"It seems I wasn't wrong."
Without needing Shen Yue to answer, Shui Qingmeng had already seen the answer on his face, yet she showed no fear, "I have my own way to deal with it."
