Try your best to stay away from them, away from the Royal Residence.
To others, the War Prince Residence, filled with wealth, glory, and immense power, is to him nothing but a devouring demon.
What he should not have done most was get involved with them, yet somehow, he just couldn't untangle this mess of a relationship.
In the darkness of night, An Ning felt a sudden chill on her body and instinctively shivered.
Soon after, she was pulled into someone's embrace.
Unlike past nights when they slept cuddling, this time, he held her so tightly as if trying to merge her into his bones, squeezing her until her flesh hurt.
An Ning opened her eyes, instinctively wanting to raise her head, but instead, he pressed her head firmly against his chest.
"Ningning, don't move, let me hold you, okay?"
His voice was extremely hoarse, filled with deep sadness, reminiscent of the feeling she experienced every time she staunchly held back tears.
