Lu Yi might have also noticed that Yan Huan’s mood was not quite right.
Yan Huan had lost to the Su family for two lifetimes, especially in his previous life. Others might not know what kind of pain she had suffered, but he knew. Perhaps he had saved her once.., but he had not saved her first life.
Yan Huan still remembered the pain. She had never forgotten it.
Yan Huan gently breathed in and out. The violent undulations in her chest also gradually calmed down. Her heart also began to slowly calm down.
When Lu Yi lowered his head, he discovered that Yan Huan had already fallen asleep. Her long eyelashes gently trembled. Her fair face was still as young and beautiful as before. It had not changed in the slightest. Time had not left anything on her body.., it was as if she had forgotten about her existence.
She was still the same as when she was twenty years old, when she had just acted in the role of the Little Golden Silkworm.
She had never changed.
