Lu Yaoyao tilted her head, looking puzzled: "Why?"
"Don't ask about adult matters, child!" Shen Yunzhou was anxiously pacing, suddenly grabbing Lu Yaoyao's shoulders, "Right! My sister likes you a lot, doesn't she?"
"Look at your hair, it's just like hers, you're practically a little Shen Hanyi!"
Saying this, he quickly pulled out two Top-Grade Spirit Stones and stuffed them into Lu Yaoyao's hands, his voice trembling: "If she gets angry later, you must say some good words for me, I'm begging you!"
Lu Yaoyao blinked, growing more curious.
What exactly happened?
...
At this moment, the room where Zhou Qing was standing had turned into an ice cavern, the icy chill condensing into frost in the air.
He stood rigidly in place, awkwardly looking at the white figure at the door.
Shen Hanyi stood quietly at the door in white robes, silver hair cascading, a veil lightly covering her face.
