No matter what, today's outcome was still a good one.
Yin Tingxue thought so before falling asleep, able to faintly hear the voices in others' hearts.
People's inner voices were always vague, without structure or grammar. Most of the time, there was only a general impression, often interrupted by stray thoughts or sudden shifts of tone. Thus, even though Yin Tingxue knew she could hear many things, what she grasped was only a rough outline.
For instance, she didn't know exactly what Chen Yi was thinking; she only knew that he seemed to have grown closer to Sister Weiyang, with fewer defenses in his heart.
This was a good sign.
At the very least, Sister Weiyang wouldn't have to suffer so much anymore.
In the dim state of sleep, perhaps due to her Foundation Establishment, Yin Tingxue floated in a hazy clarity.
Not long after, she began to dream.
The dream was very, very short.
