Ying Ge’s eyes dimmed. “Do you know what it means when you’re here in the Flame Devouring Ice Demon?”

“I know.” Qing Lan Fei smiled weakly. “But I do not regret anything. Because I have experienced the most wonderful things in the world, and I have absolutely no regrets.”

“If you die, what about your husband and children?” Ying Ge asked as her brows furrowed up together.

“I do not have a choice do I?”

Qing Lan Fei curved up the ends of her lips, and said in a slightly scornful tone: “Right from the start, they had never intended to let me off. They were just seeking to use the Flame element to develop an invincible and invulnerable human weapon. I might not be their best choice, but they really do not have a more suitable candidate than me.”

“When Master spared my life back then, it must surely be because there was still some use left in me!”

Ying Ge clenched up her hands and remained silent for a long while before she opened her mouth to say: “I will try to think of a way to get you out of here.”

Qing Lan Fei smiled and shook her head. “Do do anything foolish Ying Ge. To be able to see you again, I am already satisfied.”

“Senior.”

The pitch of Ying Ge’s voice suddenly rose slightly, her eyes staring deeply into Qing Lan Fei’s with a light that was never seen before, like it was hope that had been concealed behind many hidden layers, but was finally spilling out unstoppably.

“Do you know? I am really very envious of you, that you can be so brave to choose the life that you want for yourself, in spite of how hard it was going to be, and never once retreated from your choice.

“I think, Senior can really carry the hope I hold in me with you, to continue to live so happily forever.”

The ends of Ying Ge’s lips curved up in a smile, which really tugged at one’s soul. “I will definitely save you from this place.”

Upon saying that, she did not wait for Qing Lan Fei to respond but just turned around and left straightaway. But the sight of her departing back seemed to carry a strange resolve that made one feel uneasy.

“Ying Ge.....”

Qing Lan Fei watched the figure that was gradually disappearing, and her fingers clenched up tightly as uneasiness rose in her heart.

——

“My good child, do not resist me, but give yourself up to me!”

At the end of that haziness, a voice seemed to be calling out to her gently, filled with a highly soothing power, that comforted one greatly, wanting nothing more than to sink oneself into that gentle tenderness.