At that moment, the two of them were standing at the turn of the wooden staircase. The ivy leaves outside the window were especially lush. They climbed through the window and guided the sunlight into the building.
The corners of Yu Qian's lips curled up. The sunlight shone on him diagonally. He clearly had the same face as Wei Zimu, but he did not have the warmth that Wei Zimu had.
Even the sunlight shone on him with a hint of coldness.
When she met that pair of eyes that were not smiling at all, an inexplicable chill arose in Xia Wanyuan's heart.
She rarely had such a feeling, but now, Yu Qian made her feel very dangerous.
Xia Wanyuan could not help but frown. "I told you not to call me Sister Wanyuan."
