Three days.
It had been three days since Xin Yi had arrived at wolf territory.
Three days since she had said goodbye to Qing Lin at the border.
Three days of avoiding Sha Chen like he was a plague.
And surprisingly, he had let her.
He had not called her to his bedroom since that first night. Had not demanded her presence. Had not forced her into uncomfortable situations.
He just.…..let her be.
She ate meals with the harem, suffering through Zi Jue's glares and Xue Mei's cold indifference. Měi Lán was kind, at least. And Ling Yu had warmed up slightly after Xin Yi complimented her weaving skills.
But mostly, Xin Yi stayed alone.
In her room. In the gardens. In quiet corners where no one would bother her.
It was.…..saddening.
Not because she missed Sha Chen's company—absolutely not.
But because she missed HOME. Missed Qing Lin. Missed Xiao Long. Missed the chaotic energy of building something from nothing.
Here, everything was already built. Already perfect. Already done.
