Ying Ji's expression tightened, seeing Baili Yu's sharp gaze and an indescribable grave coldness, she assumed that the identity of her little An had been uncovered by this man.
Judging by the hostile tone, she wondered if he intended to enforce righteousness over familial ties and abandon this son who had reincarnated as a corpse demon.
Or perhaps he had a sudden pang of conscience, and a moment of epiphany, wanting his son back.
The fluctuations of human sentiment and the unpredictability of the world, amidst the long-lasting emotions and many joys and sorrows in this mundane world, she was reluctant to dwell on the past.
She had grown accustomed to the long-held solitude during idleness, as those around her she could converse with had become dispensable.
Ying Ji reckoned the mountains, rivers, and seas they once shared with Baili Yu were now simply mountains and seas.
This made her realize that birds and fish travel different paths, making it impossible to return to the past.
