"I..."
Yan Fengxie's eyes lowered slightly, his face filled with guilt and self-reproach. Yes, why didn't he stop it?
Because unknowingly, he fell in love with that woman...
He was captivated by the grace of the woman in the painting. In that painting, he saw a woman named Yan Shu, kind-hearted and beautiful, a descendant of the Yanhuang Clan, possessing amazing talent.
Later, he saw her fall for love, become a demon, indulge in killing, cold-blooded. His heart couldn't help but ache along with her, he wanted to protect her, cherish her, pull her back from that boundless hell, pull her back from that deep hatred, tell her there was still someone worth her love...
Sadly, he overestimated his own strength, or perhaps underestimated Yan Shu's jealousy, ultimately leading to this outcome.
