The Crown Prince, who had been eagerly searching for Xiao Liulang, didn't know that at this moment, Xiao was quietly lying on Princess Xinyang's bedchamber, with Gu Jiao changing his last intravenous drip.
The night was deep.
Gu Jiao and Long Yi silently watched over him in the room, with Gu Jiao sitting by the bedside and Long Yi perched on the roof beam.
After finishing the IV for Xiao, Gu Jiao succumbed to sleepiness and dozed off at the bedside, while Long Yi kept his eyes wide open like an owl that doesn't sleep.
I don't know how much time had passed, but the entirety of Vermilion Bird Avenue had quieted down, leaving only the steady breathing of a few people in the room.
Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open from the outside.
A white embroidered shoe crossed the threshold and silently landed on the floor, as shiny as new.
Elegant golden skirts flowed like ripples on a gilded lake, slowly winding their way across.