Ya Chen listened to Xiaotao's self-blaming cries, his face clouded with gloom.
At that moment, Dr. Han came downstairs: "Xinyue is awake."
Ya Chen stood up suddenly, holding his cane, and strode upstairs.
As he passed by Dr. Han, he was pulled back, only to hear Dr. Han's low voice stopping him: "Your Highness, you'd better not go now."
He halted his steps, understanding Dr. Han's meaning.
She had just been agitated, and seeing him might only destabilize her emotions further.
After a moment of silence, with a dark expression, he said, "I'll just stand outside the door for a bit."
Seeing his insistence, Dr. Han followed him upstairs, stopping outside Chu Xinyue's room, gently pushed the door ajar.
Ya Chen stood quietly at the doorway.
Before, when he couldn't see her, at least he could hold her, or be close, breathing her scent.
But now, he could only listen, listen to every slight sound in the room to judge how she's doing.
