Chapter 145

As Feng Zhiwei wrapped her arm around Ning Yi, he trembled once more. He could feel her face through his autumn robes, and in his mind's eye he could see that warm face flushed to the tips of her ears, her skin radiant and smooth as fine porcelain. He could feel her warm breath on his knee… and suddenly Ning Yi's legs grew weak and his breath heavy.

As his knees grew soft, his fingers pulled painfully against the jagged rocks, the bone chilling cold of the hard stone shocking him alert. Ning Yi lifted his eyes to blindly face the night sky; he could not see anything, but he could feel the dark of the night giving way to the coming dawn. 

The Prince breathed deeply, calming himself before carefully moving his way down; if he lost his grip, two lives would be lost.