As He Ying said, she indeed couldn't change He Hongzhao's fate.
She just felt it was a pity, such a woman with extraordinary medical skill, first destroyed by her own parents, and then by Qi Wuya.
All her life, she never had control over herself.
It was too suffocating.
This room was so oppressive that she couldn't breathe.
She turned around and left.
"Sang Yan—"
Suddenly, He Hongzhao's voice came from behind her.
Sang Yan halted her steps, turned around, and saw He Hongzhao looking at her with an inscrutable gaze.
"I can't see through you."
He Hongzhao said.
She thought she could see through Sang Yan: foolish, naive, ridiculous, and perhaps, possessing a bit of passion and kindness that she herself had never had.
But it seemed to be more than just that.
She deliberately provoked her, wanting to see the evil of her human nature, but in the end, she was met with her compassion.
"I don't need your pity."
