“What’s wrong?”

As she stared at Yun Che, who had suddenly fallen into a quiet daze, Qianye Ying’er’s delicate brows knit together as she asked that question suspiciously.

“...” Yun Che’s eyes froze in place and he didn’t respond.

That was a woman’s voice, and it was the most faint and ephemeral voice he had ever heard in his life.

It had been more soft and cottony than a floating cloud, more mild than a gentle breeze. It sounded as if it had come ...