Long Aoshuang.
Fu Yunxi.
And Lin Zhiwei and Murong Xue.
Many of the women around Shen Yi stood at varying distances outside his bedroom door.
And yet, with so many women gathered there, not a single one of them spoke.
Even their exchanges of glances were unusually restrained.
Their gazes—some worried, some grave, some carrying confusion and panic they had never shown before—swept now and then over the tightly shut bedroom door.
Inside was Shen Yi.
Ever since he had returned from the Cosmic Void, Shen Yi had gone back to the bedroom alone, refusing any maid's service, and he himself had not come out again.
Long Aoshuang stood closest to the door, her expression grave.
She still wore that calm look of someone always shouldering responsibility, but at this very moment, endless waves churned violently in her heart.
Long Aoshuang had never seen Shen Yi have such an "isolated" moment before—refusing women, refusing the service of other maids, staying alone in his room without a word.
Time passed slowly in silence. At the end of the corridor, the space suddenly rippled with an extremely faint disturbance.
Two figures appeared at the same time.
They were Fei Mi and Winnie.
Fei Mi's small face carried a rare seriousness, her wings folded behind her back. First, she glanced at the tightly closed door, then quickly swept her eyes over the gathered sisters, her brows knitting slightly.
Winnie remained as calm as ever, only in the depths of those golden eyes, there seemed to be a deeper shadow than usual. After she appeared, her gaze landed on Long Aoshuang, and she nodded almost imperceptibly.
The arrival of the two slightly broke the frozen atmosphere.
The women's gazes focused on them, carrying questions, carrying pleas for help.
Long Aoshuang stepped forward to meet