After a long while, Lu Fengxuan slowly stood up, her lips barely curving into a smile as she offered perfunctorily:
"I apologize for any amusement at my expense, Young Master Lu."
She left immediately after speaking, not sparing him an extra glance, as if he was no longer visible to her eyes.
"Yu Chiyin isn't dead yet, and here you are, acting as if you're dying to be with him. With such frailty, even if you go there, it's nothing but a death sentence!"
Lu Xingye, infuriated by her disregard, felt stifled in his chest, his tone and demeanor exceedingly vile.
At his words, Lu Fengxuan abruptly stopped walking, turned her body aside, and her cold, frost-like eyes stared at him intently.
"Lu Xingye, what exactly do you know, and how did you find out?" she asked, wary.
