anced at Ye Feimo sitting on the sofa.He had his arms crossed, eyes deep and introspective. Evening light filtered through lace curtains onto him, giving a sense of distant nostalgia in his gaze. Retu...of someone to be pitied. Of course, this was rare; most of the time, Young Master Ye was domineering, coldly harsh, and arrogant, infuriating people beyond reason.His gaze fell on Wenran's face as she...