Leng Xuan, after seeing Su Yurou's text message, couldn't help but feel distressed and typed, "What's wrong? Has something happened?"
Su Yurou replied, "I don't know! I can't explain why I'm feeling upset. I was fine just now, and then suddenly, it's as if my heart was pricked by something!"
Leng Xuan, looking at the message, didn't know how to comfort her properly. After a while, Su Yurou sent another message: "It's okay, Brother Leng Xuan, you should rest early. Yurou won't disturb you anymore!"
"Alright, then don't overthink things, Yurou. You should also rest early!"
"Mhm, got it, Brother Leng Xuan, good night!"
"Good night!"
Letting out a breath, Leng Xuan felt a sense of loss in his heart and couldn't sink into the mood for cultivation for quite some time. He simply lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling with eyes wide open, his mind whirling with thoughts, now recalling Pang Shanshan, and then Zhou Li.
