The past cannot be pursued.
Ji Liangchen, seemingly lost in thought, threw himself onto his bed, his peach blossom eyes romantically gazing at the ceiling, recalling the fleeting sorrow in Yan Xiaye's expression, adding an ineffable complexity to his heart.
He couldn't help himself; he had always been romantic and considerate to beautiful women, and having witnessed her expression, it was truly hard to be indifferent.
Let him act as the Prince for once, personally going to rescue the princess whose plight was unclear.
...
On the other hand, Yan Xiaye silently envied for a while and then suddenly realized that now was not the time for that.
Anxiously taking out her phone, she did a quick search for news about Young Madam Li, but the search results had nothing to do with her. It was utterly different from the overwhelming public opinion a few months ago. It appeared as though there was no trace of her on the internet anymore, everything as if it was just a dream.
