Yaoguang probably didn’t really understand Xiyue.
Qin Yi, however, knew her all too well.
She wasn’t some wronged soul suffering the retribution of fate — she was clearly a little excited.
Look, my master stole my man too, I’m a victim as well.
Minghe, look, look, everyone’s the same!
That’s roughly the feeling?
So she’d forcefully claimed Master as her own… no wonder.
It really wasn’t necessary in the first place…
Yaoguang didn’t grasp Xiyue’s deeper meaning.
Hearing those words, she felt a kindred “retribution” sort of sympathy, and sighed: “So fate is unfathomable and obscure. We think the Supreme Clarity knows all, but maybe not… By the way, speaking of Minghe, why are you the only one here? Where’s Minghe?”