It was early dawn.
Feng Yexuan had collapsed.
"This prince... is fine, it's just a bit... dizzy."
He didn't know whose arms he had fallen into; all he knew was that her body was soft, carrying a scent he couldn't help but crave.
A faint, delicate fragrance.
For an inexplicable moment, he wished he could stay in her embrace forever, never wanting to wake up.
Chu Qianli gently pushed him: "Prince, you should return to your room to rest."
"This prince won't return!" Even as he was too dizzy to keep his eyes open, he adamantly refused: "I won't!"
Chu Qianli looked at Jingri.
What was going on? Why was he so resistant to the idea of going back to his room?
Jingri hesitated, but in the end, he reluctantly recounted what had happened with Fen Ling throwing herself into Feng Yexuan's arms.
"Isn't she the one closest to your heart? She's even taken the initiative like that, yet you still wouldn't accept her."
It was a little laughable.
