Xu Yiyi scratched her head.
She was just a six-year-old child. How could she understand so much?
After hesitating for a moment, Yiyi suddenly stroked Ruan Lan's head and said gently, "Auntie, maybe this is just the world of cultivators."
This world has never had so-called fairness and justice. Whether in the world of cultivators or the world of ordinary people, darkness always coexists with light. But whether light drives out darkness or darkness swallows light depends entirely on each person's heart.
"If only this were all a dream." Ruan Lan suddenly realized something. She reached out to pinch Yiyi's cheek and asked expectantly, "Does it hurt, my niece?"
"It hurts…"
"Looks like it isn't a dream."
Amidst her despair, Ruan Lan snatched the wine jug back from Yiyi and took three big gulps. Wine spilled from the corners of her mouth, falling onto her bloodstained clothes. With half of her hair turned white, Ruan Lan looked even more desolate.
