At this moment, Shang Ruyi's pupils suddenly turned black, like a clear and bright lake suddenly becoming a bottomless abyss, no longer clear, leaving only depth and darkness.
But even so, one could feel her gaze was intense, fervently staring downward.
Especially at the person blocking Song Shiyuan.
That person, although dressed in clothes that revealed nothing of their identity or origin, had a petite figure exuding a sense of delicacy and grace, clearly a woman, and her face was covered with a veil.
The kind of palm-sized cotton fabric, tied behind the ears with two cotton strings, a very convenient veil.
Being suddenly blocked, Song Shiyuan was somewhat surprised and was about to bow his head to ask when he saw the woman raise her hand and present a bundle to him with both hands.
Song Shiyuan's body stiffened, his eyes widening abruptly.
