Shang Ruyi looked at him, hesitated to speak, and her expression grew increasingly heavy.
As for Mu Xian, it was as if he sensed something.
His breath suddenly caught, and his whole body involuntarily shivered, his voice hoarse when he spoke again: "Could it be, could it be because of that night—"
"…"
Shang Ruyi remained silent, sighing softly.
Mu Xian's face instantly turned pale.
He was Yu Wenye's trusted guard, sometimes even closer to Yu Wenye than Shang Ruyi, his wife. Therefore, he clearly remembered that after Yu Wenye arrived in Fufeng and before he fell ill, his eating and drinking were the same as the others, with nothing unusual.
Except for—
On their way, he fetched a bag of water from the river and gave Yu Wenye a sip to drink.
"It really was, it really was because of me..."
