In the mountains, time passes unnoticed, yet what is destined to come will arrive, unavoidable.
The Third Prince, Li Ang, dispatched men to search the mountains for the missing Zhang He'an and Li Qingxun.
Li Qingxun sighed softly, changing into dry clothes to cover the red marks on her neck. Zhang He'an also dressed, his dark eyes gazing outside the cave.
It was time to leave.
"Once we return to Yanjing City, I will marry you," Zhang He'an promised slowly.
Li Qingxun smiled, elegantly patting Zhang He'an's handsome face. "No need. What happened in the mountains—I can pretend it never occurred."
Zhang He'an's expression instantly turned cold.
A ridiculous sense of being discarded after being toyed with washed over him.
He had long suspected that Li Qingxun's feelings for him were not particularly deep. To her, he might just be an amusing plaything—something she entertained herself with for a month or two before losing interest and casting aside.
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