Outside the window, a light rain had started falling again at some point.
With a crisp sound, the features of the person before her blurred and sharpened in the light of her tears.
Jiang Qingli felt as if she were stranded on a deserted island, amidst lightning, thunder, and a torrential downpour, yet she couldn't escape—nor did she want to.
She closed her eyes, letting darkness take over, melting into the rain with him, sinking into oblivion.
...
「Early morning, at the Imperial Palace.」
Qin Muye stood before a full-length mirror, ruffling his hair before raising his hand to check his watch.
'It's almost eight. She should be awake by now, right?'
'But she's been so busy lately. Maybe I should let her sleep in a little longer?'
The thought of the girl's soft cheeks and curled lashes as she slept brought an involuntary smile to Qin Muye's lips.
He glanced around his quarters.
He had already tidied the place yesterday, leaving it cleaner and neater than ever before.
