Clearly, he hadn't gripped her so tightly that she couldn't breathe just a moment ago. Yet at this moment, Shang Ruyi felt as if her entire body had relaxed, though this relaxation wasn't particularly comfortable. Instead, it made her feel weak all over, as if she might collapse right in front of him at any moment.
But she certainly couldn't collapse.
At least, not now, or it would be too humiliating.
Thinking this, Shang Ruyi composed herself and nodded to the girl, offering a dignified smile befitting a Young Madam of the Yuwen Family: "If there's nothing else, I'll be going first."
After speaking, she turned around, intending to walk out.
As she reached the door, Yu Wenye's deep voice sounded behind her—
"Shang Ruyi."
"...!"
Her steps faltered.
Though she didn't want to stop, at this moment, it seemed she had involuntarily listened to him.
Shang Ruyi stopped and turned to look at him.
