Since then, Shang Ruyi has been feeling dizzy, as if her whole being is floating on a cloud.
The only clear thing is Yu Wenye taking her away from the army camp to return to the mansion but discovering that she was completely exhausted, totally unable to mount or ride a horse. So, with one hand around her slender waist, he embraced her onto the horseback. Nestled in his arms, her heart was pounding almost out of her chest.
In this moment, as the steed galloped and the wind whistled by, there should have been a cacophony of noises, but Shang Ruyi heard none of it.
In her ears, only her own heartbeat rang.
After some uncertain amount of time had passed, she whispered, "You—"
Her voice was very soft, but perhaps because she was sitting in Yu Wenye's embrace, her back pressed against his chest, even the slightest word whispered like a mosquito was heard by Yu Wenye.
He bowed his head, his chin touching her head, his voice muffled from his chest resonating within her, "What is it?"
