Under the dark night, Di Shen seemed to ignore Xi Jiuye, using a deep and tender voice to call out "wife," completely disregarding Xi Jiuye.
Di Shen's gaze was fixed solely on Ye Lingyue in his arms, as if everything else in the world was insignificant.
Looking at the intimate posture of the two, a feeling of indescribable bitterness started to grow inch by inch in Xi Jiuye's heart.
"Why are you here?"
Ye Lingyue lifted her head in disbelief, gazing into Di Shen's eyes, which were brighter than stars, filled only with worry and anger.
"We encountered Senior Sister Wan Yun."
Since arriving in Xuanwu City, Di Shen hoped day and night for an early reunion with his wife.
Coincidentally, today Wuyue met Senior Sister Wan Yun on the street, allowing Di Shen to learn that Ye Lingyue and company were also in Xuanwu City.
Senior Sister Wan Yun only knew that Ling Yue and Bo Qing had gone to a place called Red Sleeve Pavilion.
