Zenova lowered her gaze.
The crimson veil that hid the lower half of her face fluttered faintly as the wind passed through the area, stirring the fragrance of the immortal blossoms and the faint residue of the aura left by the imperial decree.
Zenova raised her hand and slowly withdrew her hands from Mingzhi's grasp, not forcefully but gently, before she grasped Mingzhi's hands.
"I appreciate the concern, but these words- I want to hear it from the person herself."
"…"
Mingzhi pursed her lips.
That was a big ask considering Zenova and Evelynn were still pissed off at each other.
If one didn't forgive the other, it would be difficult to take a step forward in this issue.
As she remained at a loss for words, Zenova continued.
