"Farewell, Your Majesty."
Amidst the respectful farewells from the guards and maids, the silver-haired girl, dressed in a valiant white dress armor and a pure white feather crown, disappeared into the horizon like a silver-white shooting star, surrounded by a powerful and holy aura.
At the same time, Yumo, still wearing her black bunny pajamas, had already crawled out of bed and stumbled to the window, silently watching Mengxi's departure.
As Mengxi left, the loving and gentle smile on Yumo's face gradually faded, replaced by a deep sense of solemnity.
Since realizing last night that Mengxi had deliberately lied, Yumo had inexplicably felt anxiety in her heart.
