"Alright." Xiao Jinxing replied in a deep voice.
He hadn't actually intended to use this method to attract An Ning's attention.
He simply didn't want her to suffer.
He remembered very clearly what An Ning had said to him that night.
He held no hatred.
Nor was he pretending to be angry.
After all, not loving someone is not wrong.
He just wished that during the last days in the Imperial Palace, by his side, he could give her beautiful memories.
He didn't want An Ning to leave harboring hatred for him.
But because he didn't love.
Because An Ning didn't trust him.
Whatever he did, she would think he had ulterior motives.
...
After that.
Xiao Jinxing did not return to Qiankun Hall because there were indeed many matters to discuss with An Ning, who could offer him many good suggestions.
Of course, he no longer deliberately stayed up late.
He followed his usual routine; if there were more official duties, he would sleep later; if fewer, he would sleep earlier.
