Under the moonlight, nine Lady Meng surrounded Chen Xu.
They uttered soft calls: "My lord, why are you so heartless?"
"My lord, open your eyes and take a good look at me..."
"My lord, my heart aches..."
Chen Ping lay on the ground, genuinely furious, his heart aching.
But gradually, as he clutched his chest, he felt somewhat bewildered.
Yes, it was Chen Ping who was bewildered, not Chen Xu.
Although the nine Lady Meng, draped in fluttering gauze, were elegantly surrounded Chen Xu, their target at the moment was not Chen Ping.
Yet all nine voices were tender as water, every one of them mournful and moving.
Though Chen Ping was not the primary target of Lady Meng and wished for them to be torn apart, he was just a mortal; hearing such alluring voices, he couldn't help but waver.
Just one sound from Lady Meng made Chen Ping's legs go weak, causing him to lie on the ground.
When all nine voiced together, Chen Ping felt his bones ache, suffused with a sweet pain.
