Shang Ruyi's eyes flickered, and she instinctively lowered her head, but Yu Wenye was crouching right before her, and just by lifting his eyes, he could clearly see her uneasy gaze. Shang Ruyi looked at him, her eyes growing even more flustered.
She could only look to the side and murmured, "What is it?"
"..."
Yu Wenye looked at her quietly, surprisingly without any blame or anger. His gaze in the flickering lamplight was much calmer than usual when they faced each other like this. After pondering for a long time, he said heavily, "I won't ask about you and him, and you won't ask what kind of—what kind of feelings you have for him."
Shang Ruyi's breath caught.
Yu Wenye said, "I only ask of you one thing."
"...What is it?"
"From now on, you're not allowed to take risks for him."
"..."
"He's already gone. Whatever you do, he won't know, and he won't come back. Wang Shaoji is dead, which can be considered as avenging him."
"..."
"You've done all you can. That's enough."
