Was it Qin Yu's fault?
Su Wanmo smiled, a complicated smile. Who knew what emotion it held? "She died so slowly, yet it seemed too quickly. I didn't even have time to exchange a few words with her, of course, this might have something to do with you restraining me... or perhaps she herself did not wish to speak with me."
Such thoughts, such a mindset, Xiao Tingyun actually wanted to say no because Qin Yu was not like that, yet she felt that Su Wanmo must understand. Understanding yet still thinking this way, could only mean that her guilt and pain ran deep.
"But saying this to you may be more useful."
The Demonic Monk looked at her, as if waiting, yet not wanting to wait.
He had a premonition that what she was about to say would greatly affect him.
Still, Su Wanmo spoke, voiced the judgment she had pondered over for a long time.
