"Oh—what does it mean?"
"...?"
Shang Ruyi was slightly taken aback but immediately remembered, it was that question again.
From the tense exchange in the morning until now, he still wanted an answer to that question?
And her body instinctively recalled the moment she uttered that "oh," with a chest-cleaving pain, as if that pain attacked her body once more at that instant.
She instinctively clenched the hand hidden in her sleeve in response to the pain.
Yu Wenye's gaze suddenly tightened, forming into a sharp needle, as if wanting to pierce her body, shattering the facade she was maintaining, tearing it apart, and casting it all aside, to hear the words in her heart clearly.
Thinking of this, he took another step forward, his gaze blazing almost enough to ignite: "Oh, what does it mean!"
"..."
"Speak!"
Shang Ruyi's breath tensed, and the searing pain gradually invaded her heart, even causing her heartbeat to ache rhythmically.
But, could pain be spoken aloud?
