Yu Yanshen lifted his gaze to meet Yao Qing, his disheveled black hair framing his expressionless eyes.
"He has done too many wrong things, take care of him? Is it necessary?"
Actually, Yao Qing hadn't been certain about wanting Yao Huai to come out.
To let him out or not, it was probably a thirty to seventy chance.
Yao Huai had instilled in her sound values. Ever since she was young, Yao Huai always said—If you do something wrong, you have to shoulder the responsibility. No matter what, it's a mistake made, and running away does not solve any problems.
But she missed him too much, and her emotions momentarily took over.
Yu Yanshen's words stunned her for a moment, the skin around her eyes reddened, still smeared with white ointment, resembling falling tears, making her look especially pitiable.
"...What did you say?"
