Qiao Xiaomai felt deep sympathy for Bei Yun's plight, but it was too late. She heard his story too late, and her sympathy was nothing but a joke to Bei Yun now.
He had already evolved into a vengeful ghost.
He didn't need sympathy.
He only cared about living happily, avenging whoever he wanted to avenge, and doing whatever piqued his interest.
There was no longer any universal morality or values in his mind.
All that was left in there was himself.
Qiao Xiaomai couldn't help but wrap the blanket around her tighter. The wind leaked into the carriage, the chilly gusts outside seeping through the cracks, making her shiver uncontrollably. Sitting next to a vengeful ghost only amplified the coldness in the air.
"Are you cold?" Bei Yun, who was inspecting the Divine Crossbow again, caught a glimpse of her movements out of the corner of his eye and spoke.
"A bit." Qiao Xiaomai tried hard to suppress the tremor in her voice caused by the cold.
