Chen Yi returned to the courtyard, pushed open the door, and casually hung the lantern under the porch. The dim light swayed in the wind.
"Sigh..."
A faint sigh sounded unexpectedly behind him.
Chen Yi's footsteps didn't stop, and he walked straight to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down, pouring himself a cup of cold tea. He was long accustomed to Donggong Ruoshu's ghostly appearances, not even bothering to turn his head for a look.
Donggong Ruoshu regretted that he missed her charming gaze. Then she thought, she was already charming enough—the fault clearly wasn't hers.
"Does that pool really work?" Donggong Ruoshu floated out from the shadows, circling the stone table. Curious, she said, "I revealed such a big secret, and you feel nothing at all?"
She stopped in front of Chen Yi, leaned in closer, and examined his eyes carefully, as if trying to find the slightest clue.
Chen Yi leisurely sipped his cold tea and looked up, "No."
