In the lush forest, the night wind gently brushed through the leaves, lifting the male's light strands of hair, provoking a slight itch.
But Yining was unaware, simply gazing quietly at Wen Shu, whose beautiful face was reflected in his light brown eyes, as if he wanted to imprint her image deeply into his heart.
Detecting the sadness in his eyes, Wen Shu's brow furrowed slightly and she asked in confusion, "What happened?"
She unconsciously softened her tone.
Yining's brow moved slightly, only feeling that her soft voice, like a gentle white feather, silently fell onto his trembling heart.
"Wen Shu, I..."
Thinking of what to say, his heart suddenly tightened, his cool eyebrows lowered, and he quietly clenched his sleeve.
"I am going back to the Royal City."
His hoarse voice revealed a hint of complex sadness, yet his gaze lingered longingly on the side of Wen Shu's face.
Upon hearing this, Wen Shu was stunned, a flash of surprise in her eyes.
Going back now?
