The night grew deeper and deeper, pitch black outside, not even a finger could be seen. Long Yi carried a lantern and walked away with Long Rui.
Xuexue leaned against the door, watching their gradually disappearing figures, feeling a bit lonely.
It wasn't until their figures merged with the night, completely disappearing from view, that Xuexue slowly returned to her bedroom.
Zi Xia was still properly kneeling on the ground.
"All right, the Prince has left, why are you still kneeling? Stand up!" Xuexue sat weakly on the chair, feeling a void in her heart with Long Rui's departure.
She didn't know when it started, but she had become accustomed to having this man by her side, both spiritually and physically, occupied by him.
Her heart was very restless; the current situation deviated from the initial intention of her rebirth.
What were these things? No feelings, no men, only vengeance and protecting her family's safety.
