You define the present me, Li Hua

Tianjie was seated on the mattress with his left elbow resting on the bolster while his right knee was in the air. His left leg was flat against the mattress while he had the handkerchief in his right hand. The one that Song Jia gifted him.

He wanted to throw it away in Qijiang, but he could not. Probably because she was his first love. Tianjie chuckled thinking how he could even fall in love with a woman this madly.

Eunuch Shi Rang walked in and bowed before the Third Prince. "Your Highness, the bathhouse is ready," Shi Rang informed Tianjie, who was lost in Song Jia's thoughts.

Upon getting no response, Shi Rang lifted his head a little. Behind the translucent white curtains, Tianjie had his eyes fixated on the handkerchief in his hand.

Shi Rang was perplexed to see that sight and lowered his head.