"My heart pleases you."
One word and one sentence, the words are clear and round, and the words are loud and clear.
"What...?"
Yin Yan's face suddenly turned red, and he felt that he must have had hysteria in his ears, otherwise how could he have heard such outrageous words.
Cang Siyu knelt down and met Yin Yan's eyes, with a serious look on his handsome eyebrows.
"I can't say anything nice," Cang Siyu looked at her with burning eyes, seemingly unaware of the embarrassment on Yin Yan's face. "I am sincerely pleased with you, and I will definitely live up to you."
She saw her father's black robe stained with blood, and he was bent down in the main hall. The black blood continued to seep out and spread quietly on the ground. Cang Siyu was standing next to his father, his face full of silence and coldness. The white blade in his hand was stained with blood, and it dripped drop by drop along the blade onto his father's cold body.
I thought you loved me. I was right, but I was also wrong. In the Hall of Hell in the Underworld, you and I follow the marriage customs of the human world and only have to perform three letters and six rituals; in an instant, you hold a sharp knife in your hand, and blood splashes in the underworld. Tell me, what should I do to repay this love and hatred?