But, just as she reached out her hand, a hand suddenly extended from inside the curtain, grabbing her wrist and pulling her in abruptly. Shang Ruyi, caught off guard, tumbled into the private room.
"Ah!"
She only had time to let out a low cry before being forcefully pushed against the wall, a hand clamping tightly around her neck, leaving her unable to move.
Yet Shang Ruyi never intended to move anyway.
She opened her eyes wide, and in her panic, met those familiar eyes, as restrained and brilliant as obsidian.
"Is it you?"
A familiar, hoarse voice sounded.
And Shang Ruyi, dumbfounded, met his gaze for a long while before finally speaking, her voice even hoarser, heavier, and carrying an unmistakable tremor: "It's—you—"
Standing before her was none other than her husband, Yu Wenye, who was supposed to be in the palace.
