Walking on the road, weaving through the ancient trees with their lush branches.
The road was shaded, with only dappled fragments of golden sunlight spilling through.
Jiang Ning felt a heaviness in his heart.
The hardest thing to bear is the grace of a beauty.
Initially, he came to the Royal Capital for another reason, to have a clear talk with Ji Mingyue.
He believed that he and Ji Mingyue had only met once, and their status difference was immense.
One was the prestigious Seventeenth Princess of the Imperial Family, while he was formerly just a minor official, differing in class, lifestyle, and beliefs.
He didn't think Ji Mingyue could truly be fond of him.
In his view, it was merely the occasional budding of a young girl's heart, quick to come and quick to go.
That one meeting was almost a year ago now, and the memory of appearances was blurred, so how could there be any feelings left?
