Gu Yue keenly noticed his exhaustion.
She did not say much.
She merely gave a soft huff.
Then she dragged him toward the door. "Wife, I'll take you back."
Watching the two figures disappear through the doorway, Leng Yaozhu's tightly wound body finally slackened abruptly.
She staggered a step.
Reaching out to brace herself against the edge of the table, she realized that her back was already soaked through with cold sweat.
Her heart pounded wildly.
It felt as though it were about to leap out of her throat.
What was this?
Why did she feel so guilty and embarrassed, like she had been caught in the act of adultery?
Clearly, she and that young man were completely innocent. Nothing had happened between them!
She covered her face.
Taking several deep breaths, she tried to calm herself down.
Yet a thought that made her blush and race uncontrollably surfaced from the deepest part of her heart—
Would he come again tomorrow?
Over the next few days, Lin An found time to visit the Spirit Pagoda several more times.
Each time, he could sense subtle changes in Leng Yaozhu's attitude.
From the polite distance she had maintained at first, to occasionally revealing a genuine smile without realizing it when he explained some technical difficulty.
The atmosphere between them
gradually developed an unspoken understanding.
But whenever he so much as mentioned the name "Yun Ming,"
Leng Yaozhu's expression instantly turned cold.
All the gentleness and warmth in her eyes vanished completely.
In its place came an oppressive sharpness like a blade.
Lin An only felt an invisible pressure squeezing in from all directions, making his breath catch.
"Why are you bringing him up?"
Leng Yaozhu's voice was soft.
Yet the chill in her tone was enough to freeze anyone's blood.
Her