Xia Yunchen's deep eyes, which concealed intense emotions, unwaveringly gazed at Qin Ruan.
As she watched the man approaching, Qin Ruan felt a surge of weariness from deep within, coupled with an uncontrollable desire to be close to him.
Her red lips pursed slightly as she spoke with a hint of coldness, "It's too much trouble, Mr. Xia."
Dreams and reality, Qin Ruan could still tell the difference.
She didn't want the residual emotions from her dreams to affect her real life.
The Xia Yunchen before her, having shed his western-style suit, was dressed almost identically to the lord of the Nine-tailed Foxes from Tu Mountain in her dreams; he was that exquisitely graceful Divine Monarch who commanded the ancient Divine Beasts.
Xia Yunchen seemed not to hear Qin Ruan's rejection. His smiling eyes conveyed a touch of helplessness, as if he had anticipated the refusal.
