Today is the eighth day, which means—
In fact, she had already calculated it countless times in her mind and knew what would happen at this time, but when the moment truly arrived, Shang Ruyi couldn't help but take a deep breath, her expression becoming solemn.
So, it has already come to this day.
She sighed softly in her heart, but her face instead became calm.
The busyness of these past few days taught her a lesson: the higher one's position, the more they control others' fate and life or death, the less they can show emotions. Because even a trace of melancholy might cause unease and anxiety among those who rely on her for survival, and once that anxiety and unease start to spread, it can be even harder to control than a plague, and it's more likely to cause chaos.
Thus, Shang Ruyi put on a faint smile, "Perhaps he woke up late."
