At this moment, she was completely stunned.
The candle flame flickered suddenly, reflecting Yu Wenye's cold and stern face, his expression uncertain in the light. He slightly furrowed his brow and asked, "Don't you feel pain?"
"Pain?"
Shang Ruyi was still somewhat unresponsive.
Yu Wenye raised the hand holding her wrist, bringing her own hand in front of her. Only then did Shang Ruyi notice that her pinky fingertip had been blistered by the flame.
It was just now, while she was absent-minded trimming the candle wick, that the flame had caused the blister.
Shang Ruyi's heart sank, hurriedly withdrawing her hand from his grasp, retreating a few steps in confusion, yet unsure of where to go. The originally spacious bridal chamber suddenly seemed cramped and narrow.
Seeing her apparent panic, Yu Wenye slowly furrowed his eyebrows.
