"When did you notice?"
Yu Longting's attention had also been drawn to Qing Li, his tone filled with mockery and disdain, "Since you started inexplicably caring about whether the dumbass lives or dies, I felt something was off about you."
It turned out, when he saw Qing Li knew Yu Rongling had been poisoned by corpse poison, her attitude suddenly changed.
When the tight-lipped story turned into spilling everything she knew like pouring beans, Yu Longting and I both doubted Qing Li.
"Moreover, although you always wore a mask when you were young and your voice changed after reincarnation, I still remember the scent of your Soul Spirit."
Yu Longting clicked his tongue, his voice hollow as he continued.
The depths of his eyes showed a kind of prodigal who saw through everything, seemingly indifferent but seemingly eager to grasp onto something firmly.
