Ye Wu acted as if nothing had happened: "No, I just purely want to chat with Mother."
Ye Liuyun looked at her helplessly.
These past few days, Ye Wu's anxiety was almost overflowing from her eyes.
And now, she still dares to say that nothing's wrong!
Logically speaking, after all that Ye Wu has experienced, her composure shouldn't be inferior to anyone's.
What exactly has happened to make her panic like this?
Does this matter... also involve her?
Ye Liuyun pondered, but wasn't particularly anxious. Referring to Ye Wu's particular attention to the Golden Crow Fire, could it be that something is indeed wrong with this flame?
If that's really the case, Ye Liuyun instead felt less anxious.
As long as Ye Wu herself is fine.
Ye Liuyun simply stopped asking more questions, instead matching Ye Wu's rhythm, chatting with her idly.
Time ticked by.
Soon, the day was about to end completely.
Ye Wu's body was tense, prepared to deal with anything at any moment.
However...
