Beyond the palace gate, the Crown Prince stood in a pitch-black corner.
His emotions hidden, making it hard for anyone to discern his feelings.
He held a cloak in his hand, yet he couldn't take that step forward.
Listening to the intermittent voices, the Crown Prince's expression grew even darker.
The night was deep and the dew heavy; she was already unwell, would being in the cold like this worsen her condition?
But if he went out, how should he face the plea in Ji Mingzhu's eyes?
If she cried like Yun Ling, his calm would surely be shattered!
He gripped the cloak more tightly.
For the first time in his life, the Crown Prince wavered, losing his decisive nature.
His heart felt stifled and uncomfortable.
He was angry at her for not taking care of herself, coming to kneel by the palace gate in the middle of the night.
But more than that, he realized that the couple's relationship had truly improved.
