Da Lin finished speaking and turned to leave, and Yi and the others stayed in the courtyard for a while before returning to their mansion.
In an instant, the courtyard that had been crowded just now was left with only Yao Zhiqing. She stood there pale-faced, always looking at the ground. Reality had slapped her hard in the face, showing her that she was nothing...
The sky cleared after the rain, and the air on the mountain was fresh but a bit chilly. Bai Yiran felt a little cold as she hadn't dressed warmly when she came out.
"Are you cold?" Seeing Bai Yiran shivering slightly, Wu Chengzu asked.
Bai Yiran answered without looking at him, walking on her own, memorizing every detail she passed by.
Suddenly, her wrist tightened, and Bai Yiran stumbled, her back hitting Wu Chengzu's solid chest.
"Let go of me!" Bai Yiran struggled. Every time Wu Chengzu got close, she felt an intense horror and disgust.
