The voice was frail, as if it was coming from a little girl who had made a mistake.
He Wen immediately felt a bit of goosebumps.
She had never heard He Ya Ru speak in this tone before, even on ordinary days, when her aunt was amiable and pleasant, there was always a sense of aloofness in her voice that kept people at a distance.
He Wen, who had always worshipped noblewomen, had even secretly mimic her aunt's manner and tone of speech in private!
"Sister, what is it, why do you talk like that?"
Another voice came from inside the room—Wu Yuan was speaking.
"It's just..."
Facing the inquiry of her bestie, He Ya Ru answered without any hesitation, but her voice suddenly became much lower.
He Wen couldn't help but press her ear to the door, trying to listen carefully, but no matter how she changed positions, she couldn't hear anymore.