Night twilight sank and gradually enveloped the palace.

In the small courtyard of the cold palace, Ahya lit a lamp to illuminate the slender face of the gods unknown.

She sat on the bed, eyes closed, waiting for the most familiar set of footsteps to ring out, mentally thinking of everything to say.

With Xie Jie's temperament, when he comes back, he should be angry at himself again, right?

Ahya could almost imagine what he looked ...