If My Heart Could Bleed Out the Past (Part 2)

"A'Xin, you're breaking my heart. As a grown man, how can have such a hard time entertaining a woman? I thought I'd trained you better." Though her words followed a mellow tone, Yuemi's eyes hid no less hatred than Qingxin's did at first—no, it was worst. And while the monk's hatred lessened, Yuemi's skyrocketed.

"What do you want?" Qingxin didn't beat around the bush, but faced with these words, Yuemi shrugged, and behind the dark veil, her lips curled up.

"Does a wife need a reason to visit her husband? Wuxin, as far as I can recall, unless the marriage wasn't blessed by their ancestor, divines don't divorce. Ours was, so...like it or not, Phanthom God, I'm still your legal wife—your Moon Goddess.