Smack! 

Xia Lei’s slap landed on his own cheek. As soon as his palm left his flesh, he was immediately presented with the sight of a squashed mosquito. Judging by the generous splatter of blood, the mosquito clearly got a great meal out of him. There were a lot of insects flying around in the cornfield but none of them had bothered to touch Zhu Xuanyue. The fact that he was the only victim was absolutely frustrating. 

Regardless, Xia Lei finished his story. 

He had run his mouth for ages now and Zhu Xuanyue had taken in every single bit of information in complete silence. The more Xia Lei revealed about Ning Jing’s past, the softer her gaze became. 

Xia Lei studied every minute shift. He thought to himself, “I’ve fed her so many things about Ning Jing but in the end, it all boils down to Ning Jing’s control within the body. If she’s not the one doing it, this state will not last for long…” 

Zhu Xuanyue was still staring at him quietly when two large beads of tears escaped the confines of her eye. 

Her tears rippled something inside Xia Lei’s heart, surfacing a surge of melancholy. A piece of his memory began to play out with...