Zhong Lingling, for now, let yourself be smug, but there will come a day when you will fall hard from the sky!
The higher you are held, the more tragic your fall will be!
Under the eyes of the crowd, each harboring their own thoughts, Xiang Yimo and Zhong Lingling walked out of the hall shoulder to shoulder.
From behind, they looked so well-matched, so loving, as if they were made for each other...
"Prince, you should also rest early!"
Xiang Zongyin and the others also left one after another.
Luo Ye alone remained, his gaze deep and intense as he watched the disappearing figures, his seemingly calm eyes rippling with an unfathomable light.
...
Right next to Qingcao Garden was Jingxiang Pavilion.
After entering the gates of Jingxiang Pavilion, Zhong Lingling lingered, not heading to the inner courtyard.
"What's wrong?" Xiang Yimo asked.
"I've lost something in the garden!"
"What is it?"