Ruoshui stared at Fengxiu in disbelief, scanning him from head to toe.
How could this man, who looked like nothing more than a pretty-faced demon, be the notorious Demon God Emperor Fengxiu, a name so fearsome it could make human children cry just to hear it? Furthermore, she remembered that when she had visited her senior sister, the woman had described her life with Feng Ling. To Ruoshui, Feng Ling had seemed like a henpecked husband; ever since discovering Bai Yue’s demonic bloodline, she had been thoroughly disillusioned with men and had remained unmarried to this day.
In her eyes, if the love between her senior sister and her husband—a man who treated her like a precious treasure—could be nothing but a facade built of lies, then what kind of affection could possibly be real?
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