Jiang Yichen loomed over her, his eyes devoid of emotion. Shrouded in the morning mist, he seemed almost ethereal, a phantom of salvation descending upon her. "Are you done making a scene?" He spoke, and his tone was ice. A stiffness ran through Shi Yu’s body. So that’s all this was to him? A scene? She forced back the ache constricting her chest and pushed herself to her feet to explain. "That's