Memories
After a round of getting teased by the conceited second prince, Xixi finally returned to the palace with the virtuous pretending villain. Her lean waist was sore for wearing the corset for so long and from being hugged by Ziran who shamelessly gave her the excuse of windy weather.
The wind-control button was covered by his robe sleeves.
Ziran was more than happy noticing the empty palace that indicated the party was already over.
Xixi furrowed her brows and bit on her lips mulling over quietly. "Regretting coming back already? Well....if you want I can take you to the cherry blossoms tree? Of course only if you are willing." Ziran said lazily stretching his hands like a sleepy lion seemingly uncaring.
Xixi rubbed her palms together shivering from the cold breeze.
"I want to go back to the main castle." Xixi craned her neck to look at the tall figure approaching her at a steady pace.