The wind howled, whipping up dust and bringing with it waves of coolness.
Watching that tall figure fade away, Xia Ningxing's nose tingled inexplicably, and her vision gradually blurred.
With a swipe of her hand, her cheeks were already covered in tears.
This departure was fraught with more peril than luck; she prayed for his safe return.
Xia Ningxing quietly chanted such prayers at the bottom of her heart.
Besides Tuanzi, Xia Ningxing now had another person she cared about.
The taste of worry was hard to stomach, and each day in the Prince Mansion felt like a year as Xia Ningxing frequently found herself distracted and daydreaming.
The ancient times are indeed dreadful; even if a letter was sent by a fast horse, it would still take many days.
And even upon its arrival, what you would know would be events from several days ago.
How is he doing now, I wonder?
