A familiar scent wafted in with the breeze.
Xuexue didn't even need to look to know it was Long Rui.
Over these past days, this guy had been showing up for clandestine visits at midnight every now and then. She'd gotten used to it.
Without lifting her eyes, Xuexue said lightly, "The whole Capital is spreading rumors about how you're on the brink of collapse, yet here you are, wandering around my place in the dead of night instead of sleeping."
The people of the Capital were in panic, saying the War Prince was about to die, and their personal safety would be at risk. They'd all rushed to the City God Temple to pray, hoping he could weather the storm.
Yet this guy seemed perfectly fine—the epitome of energy—and was out roaming in the middle of the night. Not a single hint of weakness, not even a shadow of it. He wasn't worried about running into acquaintances and scaring them half to death.
"I missed you, so I came." In the darkness, Long Rui stepped to the bedside and sat down.
