Jealousy

All the men Zhao Huai had met before.

There wasn't a single person like the man before him. Not only did he possess a cold disposition and an impeccable appearance, he seemed to be knowledgeable about everything in the world.

Yan Ruyu gave Zhao Huai two different feelings.

The first was that he was high and mighty, standing apart from the rest of the world.

Second, Yan Ruyu was a prophet.

It was as if he could predict everything that would happen after that, even his own background, as if this Yan Ruyu was much clearer than him.

"Got it."

"Then you know what happened to her?"

Yan Ruyu's tone became gentler: "She's still alive, don't worry."

Although Yan Ruyu said that, he felt a bit uncomfortable inside.

This White-clothed Youth, is he Zhao Huai? Was he the brother Ning had been talking about in her sleep that night? It was rare for Ning to call out to him even in her sleep.