Wherever Ye Qingyang went, those people looked at him as if he was an evil ghost. Their fear was greater than their disgust.
Feng Yuncheng and the others looked at him without fear. There was only the condemnation and anger of a righteous person who saw a pervert. At the same time, Ye Qingyang felt a little awkward upon being stared at by six pairs of eyes.
After Yu Huang shook her shoulder and shook his burning hand off, she said, "Don't touch me. I'm a good girl with a man."
Ye Qingyang was speechless.
His dark eyes seemed to be burning with endless flames of gloominess and pain.
However, other than Yu Huang, no one discovered what kind of pain his body was enduring.
Every noon and midnight, Ye Qingyang would suffer the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart and his meridians boiling. He had lived like this for many, many years.
Some people said that after the pain reached a certain threshold, they would become numb.
