"...!"
Shang Ruyi's heart instantly sank.
The words were like a sharp sword suddenly thrust out of the fog, in a single instant piercing straight through her heart.
Yet pain and helplessness were secondary; what truly robbed her of any response was a confusion heavier than the fog itself. She could only stare wide‑eyed at the still gentle, mild face before her—yet those eyes that seemed to hold a smile, in the instant after those words were spoken, once more froze into ice, without the slightest trace of mirth.
Why would Yu Wenqian say such things?
Why say them tonight?
