For a fleeting moment, hope flickered in her eyes like a dying candle flame.
But before she could open her mouth to speak, another figure stepped into view behind him.
Bai Zhi.... She was here....
She wore a pale peach dress that clung softly to her slender figure, her delicate face framed perfectly by loose, styled curls. She smiled gently at Yueyao, her eyes gleaming with faux concern.
"Yueyao, are you alright?" Bai Zhi's voice was sweet and gentle, like warm honey, but to Yueyao, it sounded like poison.
The tiny flicker of hope in Yueyao's chest immediately dimmed, snuffed out by despair.... Of course.... How could she have been so foolish to think Shen Xiao would come for her? He was only here because of Bai Zhi.
