Xiao Jinxing's fingers slightly moved.
An Ning intended to leave, but suddenly held his hand tightly.
Xiao Jinxing turned to look at An Ning.
Just surprised.
Dared not to have any expectations.
He said, "Do you have something to say to me?"
An Ning pursed her lips.
As if she were trying hard to hide her emotions.
She said, "No matter what, tomorrow I have to leave the Imperial Palace. For the last night, let me prepare a farewell for us."
"How to?" Xiao Jinxing cooperated.
"Come here." An Ning pulled Xiao Jinxing along, walking out of the grand hall.
Xiao Jinxing was led away by An Ning.
His eyes remained fixed on An Ning's back.
In his palm, he felt An Ning's warmth.
He thought he would never feel it again.
The rear garden of Fengqi Palace.
Under the white moonlight, a long dining table attracted attention.
Below the table lay a carpet with cushions placed on it, surrounded by flower petals.
On the dining table were cutlery, candles, and a floral arrangement.
