Yin Tingxue looked up at her, unsure of what to say for a moment.
The Princess saw this and smiled knowingly, "Thinking about him?"
"Sister Weiyang…Aren't you thinking about him?" Yin Tingxue asked.
The female crown snorted coldly, "It should be him thinking about me."
Although she spoke this way, the little fox knew that the Princess missed him very much. In the past four days, every night, she would cover her face with her sleeve. In the silent night, she could faintly hear insects chirping, and when Yin Tingxue got up the next day, she would see the Princess's sleeves were wet.
They looked like tear stains.
Since the underworld, Yin Weiyin has loved him deeply, this the little fox always knew.
Compared to her, Yin Tingxue had never shed tears; she was hardly even seen to worry.
"Thinking about him is useless. He will definitely be fine," the female crown gently consoled.
"I know." Yin Tingxue responded.
