Upon returning to the antechamber, Yan Ye dried her long hair and dressed her in a set of Profane Clothes. He sat at the edge of the bed, with Beiting Huang's head resting on his legs. Several times he wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.
Yan Ye's mood wasn't very good either. He prepared to stand up and close the window, but Beiting Huang grabbed him, murmuring with her eyes closed, "Don't go!"
Those two words twisted Yan Ye's heart. He let out a deep sigh. If everything he had done only brought such pain to Beiting Huang, then what was the point of his actions?