As Shang Ruyi stood watching, a maid approached her and pointed with her hand—
"Your tent is over there."
She thought Shang Ruyi couldn't find her own accommodation and stood there looking around, but Shang Ruyi didn't say much, just thanked her softly and quickened her steps to enter the small tent.
The tent meant for her alone was naturally not as comfortable and luxurious as the one Lei Yu had, but it was clean and tidy. Shang Ruyi walked to the bedside and sat down; the bedding was soft and dry, but this comfort did not relax her. On the contrary, her palms kneaded the soft bedding, yet a string in her heart was pulled tighter.
Not only that, Ashina Zhuxie's gloomy gaze still lingered in her mind.
That gaze made her uneasy.
But amid the unease, there seemed also a bit of inexplicable emotion stirring.
