"...?"
Shang Ruyi paused.
Perhaps it was because she was finally away from that silent, lifeless Buddhist Hall, her senses returned to her body, and she immediately understood what had been said.
Yu Wenye had heard the two verses exchanged between Yu Wenqian and himself just now.
And what he meant was—
Shang Ruyi's mind raced, reaching a conclusion.
He was jealous?
Under normal circumstances, at any time, in any situation, Shang Ruyi would never have reached this conclusion; but today was different, especially after they'd shared that almost sacrilegious kiss before the Bodhisattva, even after she had clearly told him "I like you"—
She clearly felt that Yu Wenye was jealous.
For a moment, Shang Ruyi was stunned.
But meeting her gaze, Yu Wenye's expression suddenly froze, followed by a trace of almost irritable emotion. He quickly turned his head to look forward, gripping her wrist even tighter than before, causing Shang Ruyi to stagger with every step.
