On the main road, the sun was shining bright, and the flowers by the roadside were blooming in a vivid array. As the carriage passed, a gust of wind caused the colorful flowers to tremble and sway, like a splendid spring scene.
It was breathtakingly beautiful.
However, inside the carriage, it was like winter.
At the moment Shang Ruyi spoke her last words, the entire carriage seemed shrouded in a chilling aura. Even Yu Wenye, robust as he was, felt the cold penetrate his body, and the embrace that held her tightly, his chest against hers, felt icy cold.
He lowered his head, looking at this small girl in front of him, with a pale face and weak breaths, yet stubbornly refusing to back down even a step.
After a while, he said, "What if I disagree?"
The small girl smiled faintly.
