"You're here again." Wen Xiao'ai wrinkled her little nose, suddenly remembering something. She let him go, then took his hand.
"Feng Liyan, come here, I want to ask you a word."
Wen Xiao'ai wanted to pull him to the table. After following her for two steps, Feng Liyan stopped and said, "Xiao'ai, today I... brought someone along."
Wen Xiao'ai immediately turned around, full of surprise, and asked:
"Who is it?"
And the moment she asked, she didn't know what she thought of, the smile on her face slowly faded away, slowly disappeared.
As if confirming her guess, a figure in white walked in from the hall entrance, and stood there, looking at her.
"Brother Ye Qi..."
Inside the Zhenhun Hall,
Ye Qi stood with his hands behind his back, in the center of the hall, slightly raising his head to gaze at the black stone chair atop the twenty-four steps, lost in thought.
Wen Xiao'ai stood behind him, her eyes and heart full of guilt and self-blame.
