But just when everyone thought she was about to crash into Baili Yu at that moment.
Her gaze was forced to fall upon the head in his arms, and her crazed motion abruptly stopped in the next second.
She tilted her head, staring blankly at that head.
The emotions hidden beneath her gaze seemed to be fear, confusion, and doubt.
This clearly wasn't the face she was waiting for; there was nothing to be afraid of...
Thinking this way, Yin Baishuang stepped back several steps, her gaze becoming more and more panic-stricken and resentful.
She had seen countless people, hair like his, eyes like his, but none with his face.
This face was the same, yet she couldn't calm down.
She lifted her gaze stiffly, looking at the bloodless face of Baili Yu, and woodenly called out to him.
Her voice sounded anxious and extremely impatient, "Why are you holding the head of a corpse demon? He's not your son."
