On the rooftop.
Moonlight as if cleansing.
Beneath the night sky, all was still and serene.
Xie Daoyun stood on the edge of the rooftop, gazing distantly at the neon lights on the street.
Fang Yu, too, approached her at this moment.
"Speak."
This "speak" seemed a bit urgent. In reality, Fang Yu was preoccupied with Ye Wenjun in the room. Concealing a beauty in a golden house was enchanting, especially since she was barely dressed—a normal man would inevitably have her on his mind.
Hearing Fang Yu's urging.
A flicker of disappointment crossed Xie Daoyun's expression as she calmly said, "Your Majesty, do you dislike conversing with the Ice Woman?"
"What are you thinking about?" Fang Yu felt puzzled.
Looking into the distance.
