Xiao Hen was momentarily stunned.
Seeing his young master in a daze, Long Yi was also stunned, even synchronizing the extent to which he opened his mouth.
Xiao Hen blinked in confusion and raised his hand.
He closed the door, and then he opened it again.
Long Yi was still there; it wasn't a dream. Long Yi was really here.
"Long..."
Bam!
Before Xiao Hen could finish speaking, Long Yi pulled the door shut, then pushed it open again.
Xiao Hen couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. He was already twenty years old, no longer the little rascal who had always pestered Long Yi to play with him.
Yet everyone had changed, except Long Yi.
The tip of Xiao Hen's nose suddenly felt a little sore. To him, Long Yi was not a guard, not a servant, but a family member, just like Princess Xinyang, who accompanied him through his innocent childhood and mischievous years.
He would never get angry at him, never be disappointed in him.
"Long Yi..."
