Nie Qingzhou released her, and Xia Yi looked up at him. Her eyes were like a deep ocean, where everything could slowly sink to the bottom and transform into tranquility.
She said she didn't mind. That suffering, which could have led to death, and yet she said she didn’t mind it anymore.
Just like when he met her ten years ago, she was enveloped in rumors, prejudice, and bad luck, but she simply held her head high and walked forward without looking sideways.