Bengtie, I'm really not a villain!

The person before her was none other than Jing Ye, who had dragged her into an endless abyss.

"What exactly did you do? Why are you back to today?"

Raiden Mei's voice was like a sharp blade tempered with ice, each word striking the silent air.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the footprints left by Jing Ye's bare feet on the tatami mat, her white hair like a curtain obscuring the complex emotions surging in her eyes.

Those memories, soaked in blood, screamed wildly in her mind, yet her body remained motionless, letting the blade hang down, the spider lilies trembling slightly on the hilt.

Jing Ye slowly approached, squatted down in front of her, and gently lifted a strand of her long, silvery hair with his fingertips. His warm breath brushed against her cold cheek.

Jing Ye placed his palm on her face, his fingertips caressing the faint dark circles under her eyes, as if he were depicting a fragile piece of porcelain.

Jing Ye's thumb brushed against the corner of her lips, his smile carrying a seductive tenderness.

Raiden Mei's icy eyes trembled slightly. If Jingye had truly been this gentle back then, the spider lily in her hand wouldn't have bloomed.