That child, amidst this bitter winter, wore only a thin, long garment. Originally pure white, the shirt was now stained crimson by endless streams of water.,Ye Qingtang is not the Demon Emperor, and she didn't know why. The heart that should belong to the Demon Emperor appeared in her chest.,The next second, the man's finger suddenly tapped on Ye Qingtang's brow. A golden ray quietly melted into Ye Qingtang's brow...。