Their worries were as dense as the night itself, seemingly ready to swallow them whole.
They didn't know what had happened in the Imperial Palace, whether Shi Feiyang had successfully escaped or had fallen into a more perilous situation.
This uncertainty made them feel immense fear and helplessness, yet all they could do was wait here in yearning, hoping for that sliver of dawn's light.
On a day late in spring, a gentle breeze blew, but it couldn't dispel the heavy, oppressive atmosphere inside the Mei Niang Workshop.
Yang Xue'Er, Lu Hongye, and Shi Xiong gathered as usual with heavy hearts, eagerly awaiting news of Shi Feiyang. Their eyes showed exhaustion and despair, as if this endless wait had gradually worn away their hope.
At that moment, the door creaked open, and a familiar figure appeared at the door.
The man they had been worried sick about, Shi Feiyang, was standing right in front of them, alive!
