"What?!"
Upon hearing this, Shang Ruyi was suddenly startled. The touch of warmth she brought from her dream, and the warmth from the chest beside her, instantly vanished. She opened her eyes wide, looking at Yu Wenye.
In the dim light, she clearly couldn't make out the expression on Yu Wenye's face, yet she could clearly hear him gritting his teeth forcefully.
It seemed as if he wished to grind something into pieces.
When she heard her asking once more "What are you saying," the arms of Yu Wenye, which tightly held her yet no longer carried the tenderness of affection at this moment, even becoming as cold and hard as ice, let go. Without any mercy, they withdrew, creating a distance between the two, as if an invisible person was standing between them.
And Yu Wenye's gaze, penetrating through this invisible person, grew colder and more ruthless.
He sneered, "Or perhaps, I should ask this way."
"..."
"Shang Ruyi, if you knew—if he would not fail, who would you choose?"
