Shrivelled Forget-me-not — I

Without wasting another second, Li Xinyuan pulled off the duvet and swiftly shuffled out of the bed. His long waves dragged behind him on the mattress as he padded off towards the door, the hem of his white night robes dragged on the floor, wide sleeves swaying as he walked.

The dim, cool light of the early morning sky filtered through the window of his room, falling on him, casting a shadow over his person as he held the door handle and pulled it open, eliciting a low groan from the wood.

Slowly, the surgeon pushed himself out through the minute space and looked around, golden eyes squinting as he tried to look for any traces of Hu Lijing.

His ears twitched again, the sparse sound of the amber-haired male's footsteps coming to an abrupt halt as if he either heard Li Xinyuan's movements or sensed his presence.

Swallowing a sigh, Li Xinyuan pursed his lips into a thin line as he walked through the corridor in the dim light of the morning.