Ye Yiheng sat down on the chair next to her, slowly straightening his robe, without speaking.
He knew how beautiful she was, and he understood even more that her appearance must have stirred the souls and haunted the dreams of many.
After a while, Leng Yu Yan looked up and saw that he had been with her all along; she was slightly startled, then promptly brightened up with a smile.
"Your Highness, I've made things clear with Ji Qingyu, and such incidents won't happen again in the future."
Ye Yiheng extended his hand to caress her cheek, his gaze tender and loving: "In my presence, you don't have to pretend to be strong; you can tell me directly what's on your mind."
His words seemed carefree, but only he knew how afraid he was that she would say it was because of the arranged marriage or a transaction that she chose him.
Leng Yu Yan tugged at the corner of her mouth, trying to smile but unable to do so, as her beautiful eyes quickly filled with tears.
