Yuan Youwei felt a bit smug in her heart, thinking that as long as she could bring Ji Mingyue onto her side, based on Han Li's behavior these past half a month, he would not easily harm either of them. This would allow them to maintain their status as Primordial Yin Bodies. If it were just herself, she would be isolated and vulnerable, not quite safe.
But Yuan Youwei was wrong; she didn't understand Han Li at all. His behavior these past days had mostly been a pretense; her actions would only exhaust the last of Han Li's patience and ultimately be counterproductive.
Yuan Youwei didn't know this.
Every word from Yuan Youwei struck Ji Mingyue's resolve like a hammer, turning her already pale complexion even whiter and leaving her even more at a loss.
Observing Yuan Youwei's cool and peerless retreating figure, Ji Mingyue's delicate lips were tightly pursed, and she remained silent, internally torn.