Qing Yu found herself at a loss for words. “.....”

A short distance away, when Yue Ji heard those words, she almost stared her eyes out of their sockets.

[Did she really just hear that?]

[The Lord is looking so fierce..... because he is being protective of the young lady?]

[To think that the Lord who does not even care that much for her as his personal guard could actually be so concerned for a young lady.....]

[Looks like..... the rumours swirling in the Dark Lands had some truth to them!]

Those words did not only make Yue Ji indignant but helpless, even Zang Mai who had remained invisible could not help but sniggle behind his hand and then said fearlessly in a mocking tone: “Mistress, there’s someone able to control you at last.”

Even the ever calm and composed Qing Yu’s face showed a look of embarrassment from the man’s actions and she pulled her hand away a little awkwardly.

“Do you and Feng Tian Hen know each other?” Seeing her look a little embarrassed, Lou Jun Yao went on to change the topic.

Hearing that, Qing Yu’s eyes darkened, and she was silent for a long while.

Immediately, the long forgotten memories surged up like the incoming tide, her mind was engulfed by old memories hidden deep down inside, those memories that were also the ones she once treasured the most.

Little Burrow was correct. That man would always be the inner demon lying deep in her heart, one she was unable to sever herself from, nor to erase from her mind.

Lou Jun Yao had been watching her and he had naturally noticed the series of changes in her facial expression, the immense grief and despair exuding from her body almost letting others feel how she felt.

[Just what..... kind of an unresolved past could she have with that Feng Tian Hen?]

[And what is it that could make her fall into such stupefying and utter despair.....]

It was exceptionally cold on this highly eventful night and also extraordinarily quiet. After Yue Ji saw that Lou Jun Yao was not in any danger, she slipped off on her own to leave without a sound.

Only Lou Jun Yao and Qing Yu remained there, standing quietly in the night, the ground covered in snow and ice. The young lady’s petite figure was straight as she stood, the tall and well built man watching her intently, both of them not moving in the slightest.

Suddenly, the petite figure wavered and swayed, and she started to fall.

Lou Jun Yao’s eyes narrowed sharply and he instinctively reached out to catch her.

It was only when he bent down that he discovered that the young lady was merely keeping her eyes lowered, and was not showing any other signs of discomfort. She remained there crouched on the ground, her hands hugging her knees, looking highly feeble and vulnerable.

Lou Jun Yao did not retract his hands, but placed them over her shoulders, maintaining a protective stance. His tall figure crouched there beside her in accompaniment, his violet eyes rippling deeply as he said in a deep low voice: “What’s wrong?”

Qing Yu had never exhibited such feeble vulnerability. She had always been the epitome of power and fearlessness.