Inside the Imperial Palace.
Lin Jinyu tightly embraced the man in her arms, feeling the softness of his body.
It was a fear she had never experienced before.
Ji Nanjue's lips curved into a bitter smile, and she subconsciously wanted to stroke Lin Jinyu's hair.
Lin Jinyu felt her movement and took a step back, then said, "You knew to come back?"
Her expression was somewhat stiff, but at this moment, the sudden reunion also brought endless joy.
She scrutinized him carefully, and for some reason, her brows knitted slightly.
The Ji Nanjue of now gave her a strange feeling. It was an indescribable feminine softness; though he had always appeared this way, something just felt distinctly different.
As if similar, yet more beautiful and tender, his face glowed, his skin was supple, and his spirit seemed somewhat different from before.
It was an aura etched into his very bones, a feminine essence hidden deep within his marrow... If he weren't a man, I might have thought...
