Night.
The silver disk hung high, casting its lucent moonlight below.
Shang Yaoqin stood in the shadow of the courtyard, her figure concealed, gazing adoringly at her Senior Sister Ye Zhuyin.
And when she saw Ye Zhuyin and Hong Yuan interacting closely, laughing and talking, the heavy weight in her heart finally began to lift.
At this moment.
She felt as if she had shed some kind of restraint, experiencing a clarity and refreshment she had never known before.
Hong Yuan. If I never return, I leave Senior Sister Ye Zhuyin in your care...
She squinted her attractive eyes and murmured silently to herself, before her figure quickly faded away.
Coming without a shadow and leaving without a trace, as if she had never been there.
She thought that with Hong Yuan's company, even if she were to die, Senior Sister Ye Zhuyin would not fall into too deep a despair.
