After Hua Qianqian left, the gentle look on Hua Ruyu's face gradually turned cold again.
She walked around the room, found nothing unusual, and finally her gaze fell on the bed where Ye Jin self-immolated, and the white magnolia flowers that Mo Hua had placed there, her eyes unfriendly.
"Magnolia..."
Hua Ruyu snorted coldly, suddenly feeling a chill in her heart, as if someone was watching her.
Feeling uncomfortable, unwilling to stay longer, she left the room and closed the door.
As the door closed, she suddenly thought of Mo Hua again, and couldn't help but admire her in her heart.
"What a charming little girl..."
"Most special is that unrefined and celestial-like aura, completely different from other women adorned with makeup and powder in this world."
"A Third Grade family, neither too noble nor too humble."
"Such a good seedling, how did I not notice before..."
Hua Ruyu found it hard to believe and felt a secret joy.
