As he finished speaking, a deep tenderness welled up in his eyes, slowly rippling into Ye Meng's heart.

Ye Meng seemed to have thought of something and quickly asked again, "Has Uncle Ye Rong done anything that others think is wrong? If they all oppose Uncle Ye Rong, then what is it that makes Uncle Ye Rong still insist?"

A cool breeze swept through the hall, like gentle hands caressing Ye Meng and Ye Rong's cheeks and softly blowing their clothes.

Inside the hall, the lights were occasionally stirred by a gentle breeze, their flickering light partially obscuring Ye Rong's handsome face in the darkness.

Suddenly, he looked down at Ye Meng, his obsidian-like eyes gleaming with a captivating light, his gaze so tender it seemed to melt anyone's heart.

"Yes, I have."

"Of course."

At that moment, Ye Meng seemed to hear the sound of the Buddhist temple bell being rung, and then she heard Ye Rong smile deeply:

"But as long as it's something I feel I'll never regret in this life, what does it matter if I betray the world?"

All I want is one person.

After saying that, he turned and left with a flourish.

The wind blowing from outside the courtyard ruffled his short hair, making his silhouette appear mysterious and unpredictable.

Ye Meng blinked her large, dark eyes, watching as Ye Rong left and followed the others.

Her long eyelashes fluttered gently, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Why did she feel that Uncle Ye Rong's words just now were spoken to someone else besides her?

Because when Ye Rong's uncle looked at her, it was as if he was looking deeply at someone else.

What secret is her Uncle Ye Rong hiding in his heart...?