"Chen Yi."
Yin Tingxue seemed like she had something to say. Chen Yi lowered his head to look at her. After hesitating for a while, she finally said:
"You're not an unfeeling and heartless person, are you?"
"I'm not a good person, but I'm indeed not unfeeling or heartless."
Chen Yi stroked her shoulder blades—so delicate.
"I know. You've said before you wouldn't hurt me and promised to treat me better."
Yin Tingxue didn't try to reproach him; she already knew blaming him was useless and that everything had to follow his intentions.
"You'll always fulfill the promises you make, won't you?"
Chen Yi chuckled lightly and said:
"Yes. So what do you want to say?"
Perhaps, it was because she harbored some fondness for Zhou Yitang, or maybe it was out of the compassion born from her prayers for him. Yin Tingxue wasn't sure whether Zhou Yitang would succeed, but she didn't want to witness everything ending with a sword piercing someone's heart.
