Quick Wear: Waiting for an Opportunity

Jun Wuyou felt relieved and crossed his arms, then smiled smugly and said something.

Jun Wuyou: "Hmm, at least my brother still has a little bit of conscience. Even at a time like this, he still knows to arrange for someone to come and greet me when I go out!"

Jun Wuyou: "Hmm..."

Jun Wuyou: "I'm relieved. He still cares about me, his little sister."

Upon entering the main hall, everyone felt as if they had returned home, and one by one they collapsed onto the sofas, completely deflated. At that moment, a contemporary news report was playing on the screen in the hall.

No one noticed, except for Feng Qing, who kept her eyes glued to the messages, people, and events on the screen.

She was terrified; she was completely flustered, and her expression was trembling.

The person on the screen is no ordinary person. She is the head of the rat clan who has cultivated for many years. Back then, she was so weak, humble, and cautious to get to where she is today. Today, she is such a glamorous person!

The more I look at people, the more inexplicable unease I feel. It's very uncomfortable, like having a needle or thorn stuck in my heart.

Her hand, unable to hold back the inexplicable pain, clutched her heart. Her heart, her body, felt a telepathic pain, a thousand and one helpless feelings, a pain so intense.

For a moment, it seemed as if the whole world was in rebellion, forming a complete opposition to her. Everyone was dissatisfied and hateful towards her, showing no concern or pity whatsoever.

In that instant, her heart and her whole being felt so cold!

No one cared, no one noticed her existence, her changing mood; her heart was bitter.

Since entering the parallel world, she has been the most silent one, and when she does speak, it is always with a sorrowful and melancholic expression.

Because she is the one who holds the torch, she must endure pain that no one else can understand.

This is unfair, it's so unfair to him.

Just as she turned away in despair and helplessness, leaving the main hall to find a secluded place to quiet down and ease the intense pain in her heart.

Just then, Jun Wuyou had arranged for his servants to witness her forlorn departure without much effort. The sorrow and grief she exuded made her radiate sadness.

Jun Wuyou's gaze followed her closely, her heart filled with worry and concern. She immediately waved her hand gently to her subordinates, instructing them to go and carry out their tasks. She hurriedly followed Feng Qing's steps, walking out of the main hall and into the garden.

Through the grass, trees, and flower wall, I saw such a lonely, sorrowful figure, silently grieving there.

The sight of her with snot and tears streaming down her face really breaks my heart.

Jun Wuyou walked over and quietly looked at her. He gently handed her a handkerchief and placed it in front of her, leaving her the choice to look or not, and to accept or not accept it.

Her gaze slowly fell on the handkerchief in front of her. She reached out and took it, gently wiping away her tears. Her silent weeping made one wonder what she was suppressing.

Jun Wuyou, unsure how to express himself, sat down on one side of the long bench and sat with her.