Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce? Chapter 462 - 400: I Am Here to Find My Wife

Upon hearing those two words, Shang Ruyi’s back tingled.

Because, even though she didn’t turn around, didn’t see the tall figure standing at the door, blocking most of the sunlight, plunging the two people in the Buddhist Hall into dimness, she could still clearly recognize the voice was Yu Wenye’s.

Yu Wenye’s elder brother.

That is—

Young Master Yu Wen, the person to whom she was once betrothed...

These identities fell like boulders, each heavier than the last, crashing down on Shang Ruyi’s heart, leaving her breathless and unable to lift her head.

Yet she couldn’t not lift her head.

Because the person before her continued to smile while looking down at her, even after hearing those two words, his clear, beautiful eyes showed no sign of emotional fluctuation, and his smile even deepened.

He was Yu Wenqian!

The eldest son of the Yuwen Family!

The person to whom she was once betrothed!

At this mont, as Shang Ruyi looked again at that incredibly handso face, she suddenly felt suffocated. Clearly, the person before her was handso, his gaze clear, his smile gentle, devoid of any anticipated reproach or resentnt, but for so reason, that clear gaze and gentle smile felt like a massive mountain weighing heavily on her heart.

In fact, the clearer his gaze, the gentler his smile, the heavier the mountain beca.

Not only was it suffocating her, but it was nearly driving her to the brink of collapse at this instant.

How could this be?

Why does it feel so unbearable?

Shang Ruyi tightly clenched her fists, yet she still couldn’t control her pale complexion and cold sweat. Despite clenching her fists and using all her strength, she couldn’t breathe.

Just then, a hand landed on her shoulder.

"...?"

Shang Ruyi was caught off guard, and before she could react, she felt that warm large hand exerting a slight force, imdiately pulling her away from sowhere. With unsteady steps, she followed the hand backward and bumped into a familiar chest.

It was Yu Wenye!

His expression was stern, his gaze sharp, and that hand still held her shoulder, the knuckles sowhat pale, yet the action of supporting her was gentle.

This collision allowed Shang Ruyi to suddenly catch a breath.

Only then did she realize she had been too close to Yu Wenqian.

Being near him almost made her unable to breathe.

Walking to Yu Wenye’s side, though only a step or two away, it felt as if she was in entirely different worlds, and she suddenly ca to life.

At the sa ti, Yu Wenye had already lifted his head, eting those gray-blue eyes in front of him.

His gaze was solemn, and at this mont, it seed as if too many emotions had fused in his eyes, even making his eye color a few shades deeper than usual.

Once more, he heavily called, "Elder brother!"

Almost simultaneously, at the corner outside the Buddhist Hall, a piece of clothing fluttered in the wind, slowly disappearing into the corner.

And hearing those two words, Yu Wenqian’s gaze flickered montarily.

Unlike before, when he was dressed in monk robes, carrying Buddha Beads, and with a headscarf covering most of his face, creating an ethereal presence like white clouds, now, although he hadn’t had ti to take off the white monk robes, he seed to have returned to the world, the white clouds turning into lightly diffused mist.

He appeared as though in a mist, sotis visible, sotis obscured, seemingly joyful, yet sotis frowning.

He spoke, "Feng Chen."

After saying those two words, he fell silent again, those clear, beautiful eyes shrouded in a faint mist, as though scrutinizing sothing or perhaps awaiting sothing.

Shang Ruyi was montarily dazed.

What was he waiting for?

And while she was bewildered, she felt the grip on her shoulder loosen, Yu Wenye had withdrawn his hand from her shoulder, but did not lower it. Instead, he raised both hands, level with that stern gaze, drew a long arc, and brought them together at the eting point of their vision—

Seeing his action, Shang Ruyi widened her eyes sowhat incredulously.

Was he saluting?

Was Yu Wenye saluting his long-unseen brother?!

But imdiately, Shang Ruyi felt she shouldn’t be so surprised—after all, regardless of the scene before her or her location, Yu Wenqian was Yu Wenye’s elder brother. When brothers et, it is not only natural but also necessary for the younger brother to salute the elder.

Yet why did she still feel an inexplicable bewildernt in her heart?