"Everyone... sisters, it's our first meeting. I'm Yao Yao."
Her cool, clear voice rang like jade beads falling onto a plate, gently echoing across the stone platform amid the sea of flowers. It carried an innate sense of distance, yet none of it was deliberate arrogance. After that simple introduction, Yao Yao's gaze swept over those breathtaking faces—some radiant, some curious, some kind—before finally settling on Mo Lin beside her.
Her clear eyes, like cold pools, were utterly calm at that moment, yet they made Mo Lin's heart skip for no reason. He knew that look too well. It usually meant she was not in a particularly good mood, or that she was about to start "reasoning" with him.
Sure enough, Yao Yao tilted her head slightly. Her gaze seemed to pierce through his deliberately composed smile, and though her voice remained calm, it carried a faint chill. "Mo Lin, your stories sound quite 'wonderful.'"
She placed a subtle emphasis on the word "wonderful."
The smile on Mo Lin's face immediately stiffened. He instinctively wanted to scratch his head, but felt that would be improper before so many "wives," so he could only give a dry laugh. "Well... Yao Yao, let me explain..."
"It's a little noisy here." Yao Yao interrupted him, her gaze turning toward the edge of the distant cliff where the sea of clouds churned. It was empty and silent, with only the fierce wind howling. "I'd like to hear exactly what you've 'experienced' during the years I was gone."
Then Yao Yao stopped looking at him. She did not say anything further to the dozen or so "sisters" either. The space around her rippled almost imperceptibly, and her figure blurred in an instant. The next moment, she vanished from where she stood like Gui Mei. When