After Yue Mei left Yun Yun, she went straight to find Xiao Ce and told him that Yun Yun had been taken care of. She had even deliberately made room, waiting only for Yun Yun to come knocking on her own.
Meanwhile, after Yue Mei left, Yun Yun remained seated where she was, her face filled with conflict. She did not even notice that the tea on the table had long gone cold.
But in the end, her gaze gradually cleared, gaining a measure of resolve.
Yue Mei was right. She could not gamble.
It did not matter if she died, but dragging the sect down with her would be an unforgivable sin.
Her teacher had entrusted the Misty Cloud Sect to her in the hope that she would lead it to prosperity, not drag it into the abyss.
Xiao Ce was a genius of the Central Plains. He surely would not remain on the Northwest Continent forever. When that time came, she would still be the sect leader of the Misty Cloud Sect.
Just once. Perhaps after one time, he would lose interest in her!
He still had to return to the Central Plains!
Yun Yun murmured to herself, as though trying to convince herself.
Only after night fell did she change into a white dress and, trembling with unease, walk toward the room next door through the pitch-black night.
Creak!
As the door opened, a cool breeze blew in through a distant window, lifting the gauze curtains before the bed and revealing the figure reclining against it beneath the moonlight.
Yun Yun had to admit that Xiao Ce was exceptionally handsome. In her thirty-two years of life, no one could compare to him.
That filled her with a pang of regret.
Such a handsome young man with peerless