"I am not unhappy,"
The man reversed his grip to hold her small hand and slowed his pace.
"You look sullen, I thought you were unhappy."
"Perhaps it's because I didn't sleep well last night."
Ye Yiheng spoke without a ripple, yet inside, a storm was brewing.
Last night in his dream, he actually...
Could it be that one's daydreams turn into night dreams?
"An inn naturally can't compare with home," Leng Yu Yan said with a smile, "The weather has indeed become cooler, both the night and early morning feel much more comfortable."
Hearing her say "home," the corners of Ye Yiheng's lips curled into a smile.
"Shall we hurry home?"
"Before returning home, I'd like to stop by Linqing Pavilion first. There are matters to attend to, and I'll take Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter with us. Is that alright, Your Highness?"
"Of course."
Ye Yiheng nodded and tightened his grip on her hand.
