Miss Yin really is absorbing yang energy!
Good going, Miss Yin, feasting on the meat and not calling her over!
What kind of friend does that? Donggong Ruoshu was a bit angry for a moment, but she still pretended to be asleep. She didn't know why—she just instinctively wanted to play dead, not think about anything else.
And as she kept on pretending, she soon drifted off again.
Before long, Yin Weiyin slowly rose, rinsed her mouth with the water pouch, wiped it clean with a cloth, then turned back, gently closed her eyes, and went on meditating.
Chen Yi let out a breath, lifted the carriage curtain, and looked out the window as if nothing had happened.
He'd just felt something was off, so he ended it early.
His Great Yin had helped him, but he hadn't helped his Great Yin. That left him feeling a bit guilty.
The carriage returned to its former quiet.
