Ye Zhiyao had been hiding in a corner, thinking no one had noticed her, and had gradually let her guard down.
But she never expected to be suddenly attacked at this moment, and with her defenses completely down, she fell right into the trap.
In an instant, she recalled the hardships of her childhood. She remembered the ostracism she faced when she first joined the sect and the sweat and pain she endured to become stronger. Most of all, she remembered the losses she had suffered at Lu Sangjiu's hands…
Piece by piece, past events surfaced in her mind. Things that hadn't seemed so sad before now became a potent catalyst for tears, and she couldn't help but be overcome with grief as they streamed down her face.
Ye Zhiyao was in agony. Even though she knew it was the effect of the Sadness Fan, she still couldn't control the overwhelming sadness.
In truth, besides sadness, there was also resentment.
Resentment for Luo Linlang, and even more for Lu Sangjiu.
