Amid such calls, Yu Wenquan stepped out from the side hall, one step at a time.
However, as he passed by Shang Ruyi's side, his pace slightly paused, his gaze fell softly, and lingered for a moment. Shang Ruyi even clearly felt him take a deep breath, then exhale heavily.
Just unsure whether, in those two breaths, he was looking at Yu Wenye, or at herself.
But, as he lifted his foot to move forward again, he left behind a faint sentence, with indiscernible joy or anger—
"Very good."
...
After that, things became somewhat chaotic for Shang Ruyi.
She only remembered that the crowd surrounded Yu Wenquan, walking from the side hall back to the Taiji Palace. Although it was just a few short steps away, the people around were too many, the noise too loud, and she felt like she was sinking into a primordial chaos, to the point her steps faltered.
Until a hot and powerful hand took hold of her.
