Lingering Aftertaste

Above the clouds, flying vessels flitted faintly through the air, appearing and vanishing from sight.

Someone lay sprawled on the deck, hands tucked behind his head, gazing at the even higher blue sky with a deeply nostalgic expression.

Liusu sat at the edge of the deck watching the clouds, no one knew what she was thinking.

Over there, Yu Shang and An'an sat far apart, each ignoring the other.

These two had been at odds for days...

Because An'an had been humiliated.

Yu Shang was absolutely not someone easy to get along with. Before Qin Yi, she behaved as obediently as a guard, and in private she had been trained until she was utterly shameless. Yet toward everyone else, she still carried herself like a lofty swan.

Or perhaps the more meek, docile, and submissive she was trained to be in private, the more she looked forward to tormenting others outside?

The others were difficult to handle, and their relationships with Husband were complicated beyond measure. Yu Shang knew better than to speak carelessly, lest she spoil something. Luckily, there was still Little Clam. They had grown up together and knew each other inside out. And yet you still dared seduce my husband? If I didn't deal with you, who would I deal with?

The day Qin Yi was being beaten by Qing Jun, Yu Shang was wrestling with a bucket. Buddhist beads coiled around the clam shell, and there was even a handle on top—it really did look exactly like a bucket... But this bucket was formidable, like absolute defense. No one could open it.

Yu Shang could not open it either. She sweated until her head was drenched, yet all she could see was An'an hiding inside and grinning.

Yu Shang simply stopped trying. After seeing so many