The devil-like voice entered her ears, making Ji Mingzhu's body instantly stiffen.
She doubted she misheard, yet dared not verify.
"Mingzhu, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Xie Yunzhen's voice came again, the smile on Ji Mingzhu's lips gradually faded.
Threads of coldness crept up from the tailbone, climbed up her spine, and spread to her limbs.
The cold in her heart was most apparent, making her feel a chill throughout her body.
Ji Mingzhu felt like she was being watched by a beast.
She maintained her posture while speaking to Lady Yuan, keeping her body sideways, not turning to look at the newcomer.
The rise and fall of her chest revealed her inner turmoil; she wasn't as calm as she appeared.
Xie Yunzhen's gaze fell there, suddenly feeling his days of burning anxiety soothed.
Ji Mingzhu cared about him.
Otherwise, how could there be such a significant emotional fluctuation?
Xie Yunzhen's gaze was intense, and his eyes could only see Ji Mingzhu.
