The Demon King had always been the one to take the initiative, forcing her to accept his love. Even though Lady Yue knew that the Demon King liked her, liked her very, very much, she still hated him.
The hatred from the fall of a kingdom was too heavy to bear. If she didn't find someone to hate, how could she continue living?
But now the Demon King said he was tired.
What did that mean? Was he thinking of giving up on her?
Originally, upon hearing this, she should have been very happy, but at this moment, she felt no joy at all.
Her heart felt empty, her mind a blank, not knowing what she was thinking at all.
"How is that possible."
Bai Zhi seriously thought it over and finally realized there was one person she had never suspected, the only victim in the whole affair, Xiao Jiu.
Xiao Jiu, who should still be in her courtyard now.
But how could it be? She was still a child, such a frail child.
