Yin Weiyin had already lost all will to live.
Everything had been exposed; even the last shred of dignity was ruthlessly stripped away and discarded to the ground.
She didn't know what to say. Chen Yi was practically the bane of her life—meeting him never heralded anything good. He seemed like a celestial being sent to subdue her, always finding some excuse to torment her relentlessly.
Yin Weiyin's legs were weak, and she collapsed into Chen Yi's arms, regretting every decision that led her here. She shouldn't have come to this Joyful Sect, much less stepped into this Buddha Tower.
Every time she hit rock bottom and thought things might turn around, she was mockingly pushed to an even lower abyss.
Pa.
Speechless, Yin Weiyin blinked, her cheeks flushed bright red as she stole a panicked glance at Chen Yi.
That man was grinning at her, his hand still lingered there as if he had given it a playful squeeze.
