This female demon, who usually appears cold and domineering to outsiders, being bound by red silk, appeared as fragile and shy as a flower that understands language—a captivating sight that only he could witness.
"If it weren't for the red silk, I might have been obliterated by the Empress upon our first meeting..."
Chen Mo's gaze shifted downward, settling on Yu Youhan's wrist.
A faint red line adorned her pale wrist, resembling a tied red string. Though unremarkable at first glance, it possessed an indescribable allure that held his gaze captive.
His attention was entirely drawn to the red string.
Chen Mo failed to notice the surrounding scenery gradually blurring, with countless black cracks spreading across the void like a spider web.
Soon after, it shattered abruptly.
"What is this..."
When Chen Mo regained his senses, he glanced around and froze in shock.
Just now, he was inside the Quiet Room, yet now he found himself amidst boundless chaos and void.
