Truly rare.
Could it be that even I, Min Yuechi, feel melancholic about the changing seasons?
She took a deep breath, suppressing the chaos in her heart, and turned to leave this place filled with discord.
This place is unsuitable for a prolonged stay, since he's already gone to find Qin Qingluo, her presence in this bridal chamber would only add to the awkwardness.
However, just as she turned and raised her eyes, her body suddenly froze.
At the doorway, unbeknownst to her, stood a silent figure in white.
The heroine intended to leave swiftly, like lightning, only to turn and face the Goddess.
Yin Weiyin leaned against the door frame, her sleeves hanging down, exuding an elegant demeanor, as if merely passing by.
She did not look at Min Ning, instead slightly tilted her head, observing the festive decorations in the room, her gaze paused momentarily on the burning red candles, with a fleeting smile gracing her lips.
