"...!"
Yu Wenqian's breath sank.
For the first time, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, but it seemed that this astonishment was not at her words, rather—it was unexpected.
In a hoarse voice, he said, "You—what did you say?"
"..."
"You say you have foreknowledge?"
"Yes,"
Shang Ruyi calmly faced his flickering gaze, as if a pool of calm and waveless autumn water had been disturbed by something, the sparkling ripples almost reflecting his current state of mind in full view.
"I know he won't die."
"Why?"
"Because I won't let him die."
"...!"
Yu Wenqian's breath sank again.
At this moment, a rapid and chaotic clatter of footsteps sounded from outside, as if a group of people were hurrying over. When they reached the door, both of them immediately turned their heads to look outside. It was Dai Junliang who walked to the entrance: "Madam Shang."
Shang Ruyi asked, "What is it?"
