"A-Jiu, I truly love you." His peach-blossom eyes betrayed a helpless vulnerability that could not help but evoke pity.
Li Jiu’s eyes were like ice, her tone cold and blunt. "Do you love me, or do you love the Sacred Artifact of the Jiuli Tribe? Hmm?"
Feigning weakness and playing the victim was what Ying Yuan had always been best at in front of her. In deference to his past favor of saving her life, she had not bothered to expose him, but that did not mean she was too blind to see through the many masks he cycled through.
Chapter 129