Jiang Che's words also reached Ding Ning's ears. She was still wondering how Jiang Che would introduce her to the others—would it be after the revenge was over, or would he choose a better way to neutralize the hatred between them?
Ren Fengxiang became like this, but it wasn't Ding Ning's doing.
But the hatred between Ren Fengxiang and the evil spirits couldn't be summed up in just a few words.
Just now, as Jiang Che's voice finished, Ding Ning also put down her worried heart.
Ding Ning pursed her lips, and a hint of a smile had already appeared in her eyes.
Hua was taken aback too. "Looks like this kid really isn't bad."
She had always thought her friend was just fascinated by Jiang Che's pure heart, addicted to that tenderness beyond fear.
For evil spirits, these things—things beneficial for growth—were like the art pieces humans loved to collect, with no real benefit for learning or development.
But those things have a sort of natural beauty, irresistibly captivating.
