Two days had passed since Yue Yue was effectively kidnapped and locked away in the Inner Sanctum.
To her surprise, she hadn't seen a single hair of Feng Yanshen since that terrifying night. He was like a ghost...completely invisible, yet she could feel his heavy, suffocating presence everywhere in the white jade halls.
Honestly, her life wasn't as bad as she expected, but it was incredibly boring.
Every morning, the temple servant Wei Han would appear with a list of tasks. Wei Han clearly thought she was a delicate, fragile flower because he never gave her anything heavy to do.
He would ask her to do simple things, like dusting a few ancient items or arranging flowers in a vase, before disappearing back into the shadows.
Yue Yue was more than happy to do light work. She wasn't exactly looking to break a sweat. But once the tasks were done, she was left with nothing but silence and white walls.
She was bored to death.
