In the end, neither of them acknowledged the other; they drifted off to sleep, clinging to their unspoken longing.
The next day, Su Yuchen left the hotel bright and early. Yun Yao, on the other hand, slept until the sun was high in the sky. Ever since she lost her Dharma power, she had become prone to drowsiness, constantly indulging in the bliss of sleep, no different from any ordinary person. By the time she woke up, it was already ten o’clock.
With a flick of her fingers, she cast a spell. Clad in a white silk cheongsam with silver threading, a light cyan shawl draped over her shoulders, and her hair styled in a petite, classical bun, she stepped into a pair of light-colored heels, clutching a small, vintage-style pearl bag.
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