Yan Xuehen slammed the table. “What nonsense are you spouting, demoness?!”0

Yun Jianyue gestured to Yan Xuehen’s book with her chin. “You’re asking the obvious. Aren’t you reading it yourself?”0

“This is utter nonsense! How can anyone believe it?!” Yan Xuehen’s face heated up as she hurriedly stowed away the book. She hadn’t expected the other party to catch her with it. 0

“Is it? I thought it was written quite well. It depicts you accurately,” Yun Jianyue said gleefully. 0

“Accurate, my ass…” Yan Xuehen was so angry that she uttered curses. She wondered how a human could achieve true indifference. Recent events had been challenging her tolerance.0

But the years she'd spent cultivating weren’t in vain. It didn’t take her long to compose herself and retort, “Are you acknowledging the novels’ depiction of you too...0