Shang Ruyi opened her eyes wide, looking at the translucent screen slowly revealing a clear silhouette, a familiar figure as graceful as an immortal, coming in slowly with the warm winds.
When she saw the familiar, snow-white, luxurious Feathered Immortal Shoes appear in front of her, Shang Ruyi's breath involuntarily caught.
It was, Chu Yang.
It could only be him.
Perhaps because of the warming weather, he was only wearing a thin, wide-sleeved robe, its sleeves fluttering with the wind, sending a gentle cold fragrance towards Shang Ruyi's face. She opened her eyes wide, watching him walk all the way to the bedside. As he lowered his gaze towards her, his long phoenix eyes seemed to be filled with a smile, but there was a coldness incongruous with the warm wind slowly overflowing.
Wo Xue hurriedly stood up, knelt on the ground: "This servant pays respects to Your Majesty."
"Leave."
