The room fell into a stifling silence for a moment.
Shang Ruyi's pupils trembled, but their color instantly cooled. She stood motionless, quietly looking at the person at the door, and said without a trace of emotion or warmth, "No, there isn't."
After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at Yu Wenye. Instead, she got up, went over to the other side of the room, and sat down in front of the dressing table. She picked up the comb and slowly began to brush her slightly damp long hair, gazing into the copper mirror which reflected a somewhat pale version of herself.
Once, and then again.
Her calm movements and gaze made it seem as if nothing had just happened.
But the next moment, a figure slowly approached her side, sat down, and reached out to embrace her.
It was Yu Wenye.
