"Young Master..."
When these three words came out of Mu Xian's mouth, Shang Ruyi suddenly felt a blinding light in front of her, almost causing her to faint.
She quickly reached out to support herself, lowered her head, and took a few deep breaths before she could barely stabilize her body.
When she looked up again, she discovered that the sun had risen.
The dazzling light suddenly penetrated everyone's eyes and dispelled the deep darkness and uneasy emotions of the night but conveyed a more complex emotion into her and their hearts.
Shang Ruyi's heartbeats pounded like thunder.
Young Master, Yu Wenqian!
Wait, why is someone like him wearing a white monk's robe?
A white monk's robe?!
At this moment, Shang Ruyi only felt her mind in turmoil, as if countless chaotic thoughts had turned into a tide, rushing upon her, almost swallowing her whole.
But Yu Wenye, sitting beside her, was so calm that even his breathing was inaudible.
