Shang Ruyi trembled, unable to speak, yet her silence was already an answer.
Chu Yang looked at her for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "It's remarkable how I've been consumed by thoughts of you day and night, yet it turns out you don't feel anything for me."
When ordinary men are rejected, even if they don't explode in anger, they would certainly feel awkward. But as the Venerable Emperor, he could not tolerate any defiance, yet at this moment, he showed no sign of anger. Instead, he stepped closer, looked down at Shang Ruyi's fluttering lashes, and said with a half-smile, "Shang Ruyi, is your heart made of stone?"
"..."
Shang Ruyi remained silent for a long time and then shook her head.
Only then did the smile slowly fade from Chu Yang's face, and he said, "Then what is your heart made of?"
"..."
"If even this can't move you, what is your heart made of?"
Shang Ruyi's throat tightened slightly, and she replied in a soft voice, "My heart is like a lamp."
"A lamp?"
