The master is inhuman; he beat up his senior brother, destroyed the sect, and then left.

Chapter 173 The lover is not satisfied

Wang Weiwei was lost in thought when her grandfather's voice suddenly rang in her ears, and at the same time, a tingling sensation came from her fingertips.

It turned out that a gentle breeze had stirred Han Yi's sleeve, inadvertently brushing against the back of her hand hidden beneath her wide sleeve.

This fleeting touch made her gasp for breath. The bitterness that had been lingering in her heart instantly transformed into scalding lava, churning within her chest and throwing her into utter chaos.

She took a half-step back in a panic, bumping straight into Han Yi's gaze, which was still fixed on her. The crescent-shaped smile lines at the corners of Han Yi's eyes still held a lingering tenderness, a smile that instantly reminded her of the scene when they first met.

It was late at night when Han Yi collapsed in the cave. Without hesitation, she took off her cloak to keep him warm. In the pitch-black darkness, as she looked at the unconscious Han Yi, a seed of affection quietly took root in her heart.

"Young Master Yi..." She hurriedly opened her mouth, wanting to express her longing, but found herself unable to utter a word;

"How have you been lately?" The voice was like plum wine infused with honey, sweet with a hint of sourness.

"It's good, but I often think of you and miss your kindness!" Han Yi expressed his true feelings for her without any concealment, unlike her who was half-hidden.

She quickly covered her face with a gilded fan, but the tips of her reddened ears betrayed her thoughts, as eye-catching as ripe cherries.

"The manor has prepared chilled plum juice, which is perfect for this hot summer."

"it is good!"

Han Yi paused slightly as he lifted his foot, a faint smile appearing on his face, almost imperceptible.

His white robe gently brushed against Wang Weiwei's skirt, which was embroidered with twin lotus flowers.

As he tilted his head, a wisp of hair fell down, just enough to cover his suddenly tense jawline.

"Miss Wang always takes the best care of herself."

His voice trailed off softly, like a paulownia flower falling on a bluestone slab, subtle yet clear, startling Wang Weiwei into looking up abruptly.

Just then, Tuoba Xun'er's clear laughter interrupted their eye contact.

"Miss Weiwei, is there any plum juice for us?"

Wang Weiwei turned her head upon hearing the voice and saw that it was her old acquaintance Tuoba Xun'er. The two were not at all reserved when they met.

"Miss Xun'er, I didn't expect you to come too!" Wang Weiwei said with a smile.

"Miss Wang wouldn't be unwelcome, would she?" Tuoba Xun'er winked mischievously.

"How could that be!" Wang Weiwei replied with a smile, but her gaze fell on the woman next to Tuoba Xun'er.

The woman wore a veil, her face veiled, and she exuded an aura of mystery. As if sensing Wang Weiwei's gaze, the woman's slender fingers gently lifted the draped veil, revealing half of her ethereal face. She smiled slightly at Wang Weiwei, inadvertently revealing the black jade bracelet on her wrist.

Wang Weiwei sensed the immense energy emanating from the jade bracelet and sighed inwardly, "Another unfathomable and mysterious woman. She always possesses a special, inexplicable magic that makes women willingly follow her."

Wang Weiwei subconsciously tightened her grip on the fan ribs, and clearly saw Han Yi's Adam's apple bob, as if he had forcibly swallowed some words.

As she passed through the moon gate, she deliberately lagged behind by two steps.

A gentle breeze carried the familiar scent of agarwood from Han Yi, mingling with the sweet fragrance of jasmine from Su Yao's temples. The two scents intertwined, tearing at her heart with a subtle pain.

The back of her hand, which had just been brushed by Han Yi's clothes, suddenly felt a burning pain. She couldn't help but curl her fingers, but touched the jade pendant in her sleeve pocket that she had been caressing for months. It was the one that Han Yi had pulled from his waist and put into her palm when they parted.

Thinking that the woman in white, Su Yao, and the veiled woman behind her were all powerful while she was just a Nascent Soul cultivator, and even the Thirteen Heroes had surpassed her by a large margin, she couldn't help but feel ashamed and inferior, realizing that she was really no match for them and could hardly help Han Yi.

Filled with melancholy, she led everyone to their seats in a daze.

"Weiwei?" Her grandfather's call abruptly pulled her back to reality, startling her so much that she almost dropped her teacup.

Looking up, she met Han Yi's gaze, which he hadn't had time to look away from. His knuckles were white as he held the celadon cup, and the water stains at the bottom of the cup left an ambiguous circle on the rosewood table.