In the Crown Prince's manor, the door to the sleeping quarters was tightly closed.
The Prince, who usually woke early for the morning court, still lay on his bed. He was not sleeping, but staring at the ceiling. His eyes were fixed on the retreating figure of a muscular man on the screen.
The man on the screen had a well-proportioned figure. His arms bulged with muscles as his hand steadily held the reins of the horse.
Despite his powerful aura, he seemed unusually fragile at that moment. His lips were tightly pressed together, and the shine in his eyes was dimmed, like a dying star losing its luster. The entire scene felt unbearably depressing to watch.
The Crown Prince watched until the man disappeared from the screen. No emotion could be seen on his face, yet his eyes held unfathomable feelings.
Xie Fang looked at the blank screen in a daze, as if engraving the man's image into his heart before turning off the projector.
