Yao Qing looked at Gu Qing's face, and she wasn't worried at all about what consequences might follow after Yu Yanshen learned of the words she had spoken; she was now completely standing from her own perspective.
There were actually many people in the world who were good to her.
Yao Qing took a deep breath and lifted her hand to brush the hair that had fallen to the corner of her eye behind her ear.
Her eyes were a bit red, but it didn't seem to be out of grievance or vulnerability, rather more like a simmering of endurance and anger.
"I think, I should know what I need to do."
Yao Qing looked at Gu Qing, who pursed her lips and fell silent for a few seconds before speaking, "I'll help you get someone to clean up your place, it's not fit for living right now."
The mess and disarray were everywhere; Yao Qing's gaze swept around before she shook her head.
"No need to clean up."
