Fu Qingjiu's pale face had appeared to be drained of blood. She had never thought that this snake could speak.
"No, it's not like that..." She shook her head reluctantly. She was panicking greatly as she walked toward Nan Xian.
At this moment, Nan Xian narrowed his eyes as his gaze fell on Fu Qingjiu.
Fu Qingjiu felt a chill down her spine as Nan Xian was staring at her with his cold eyes. She froze, not knowing what to do as she just stared at the face that had fascinated her so much.
Tears were suddenly streaming down her face, as light reflected off the tears, the tears looked like they were sparkling in the air.
She wiped away the tears using the back of her hand, revealing her beautiful face that had turned paler under the sunlight.
Her face looked colorless.
"Would you believe me if I said that I meant no harm to anyone and that I have never insulted her?"
There was hope in her beautiful eyes.
