The spring rain was continuous, and the temperature had suddenly dropped. Although it was early spring, there was still a hint of coldness in the air, and the drizzling rain drenched Zhuo Junting's delicate body.
From the early morning, Zhuo Junting had been kneeling in front of Ye Xuan's house. Even though it had started to drizzle, she had never stood up. From her dull eyes, only despair was visible, inducing pity from anyone who saw her.
"Brother, are you really going to let her kneel like this?" Ye Ling'er said with a pained expression.
Ye Xuan, with his hands clasped behind his back, calmly watched Zhuo Junting kneeling outside the door through the eaves, his expression unchanged, leaving no clue as to what he was thinking.
"She harbors hatred in her heart and has already fallen into paranoia. Such a person is undoubtedly insane, especially being a woman!" Ye Xuan said calmly.
"Brother, maybe... maybe you could help her?" Ye Ling'er bit her lips lightly as she spoke.