The next day, Xia Ruqing slept until the sun was high in the sky before waking.
There was already no one by her side.
She slowly sat up, looked around, and then rubbed her eyes.
This is Zhaochen Palace, no doubt! If it weren't, I would really think last night was all a dream.
She had been too excited last night; only now did she fully realize that everything was real.
So, it turns out, everything was real!
For some reason, Xia Ruqing suddenly felt like crying—the kind of emotional tears shed after long-suffered bitterness finally gives way to sweetness.
Just then, the sound of footsteps came from outside.
Xia Ruqing hurriedly jumped out of bed, ran to the window, and opened it.
Zhao Junyao entered from outside. Seeing her standing there, he frowned.
"Aren't you afraid of the cold?"
Xia Ruqing haphazardly wiped her face, then turned around, her eyes still red.
"I'm not afraid!" she said stubbornly.
